Werkin’ Girls lyrics

[Verse 1: Angel Haze]
Okay I’m Rambo I ramshack
I’m next to that cheese like rat traps
On top of that green like grass ass
That’s over y'all head like snapbacks
I get it where I fit in, put up then I put in
Tryna find an ass I can put my f*cking foot in
Run this sh*t no I run this sh*t
Don’t give one f*ck b*tch I done this sh*t
I did what I say I did
Did not fabricate one bit
I have been the f*cking realest since my exit near the clit
That’s where I was born f*ck what you on
All about me b*tch f*ck what you doin'
Round of applause b*tches slap me with some clappin
Show my whole f*cking ass like a fat b*tch in chaps
But I’ll be running that sh*t like a motherf*ckin' tracker
Like a run-on sense like a motherf*ckin' chopper
Like a cheetah in the jungle but I’m motherf*cking faster
Like a pre-teen boy in the church with a pastor
Hold up I’m not serious I’m just playin — psych!
f*ck your opinion b*tch I mean it when I’m sayin that

[Hook: Angel Haze]
Money and more money is the only sh*t I’m after
You can cut the fake sh*t
I’m not a motherf*ckin' actor
I’m on top of my green like a motherf*cking tractor
You n*ggas you ‘bout to be b*tches you b*tches 'bout to be Casper
[Verse 2: Angel Haze]
I’ll be on that other sh*t got that from my other b*tch
She come from an island or a desert or some tundra sh*t
I am multi-faceted, b*tch I do a ton of sh*t
Like I’m diarrhea or whatever's sitting under it
I’m nasty, I’m insane, I’m too much, I spit grains
I came from the f*ckin’ bottom
I’m top now, I shift lanes
I kick sh*t, like dope sh*t
Like no sh*t, like oh sh*t
Get in my way I f*ck up everything
Like ho sh*t
See, they said that I wouldn't
I do whatever they said I couldn't
I’m not the one to be f*cked with
Or to be tough with
I be on your head like duck, duck, duck b*tch
I be in the air like pump-pumped up fists
Nah, I’m like up-chuck like gut fish like hands up my skirt
Like when you gon' let me f*ck b*tch

[Hook]
Money and more money is the only sh*t I’m after
You can cut the fake sh*t
I’m not a motherf*ckin' actor
I’m on top of my green like a motherf*cking tractor
You n*ggas you ‘bout to be b*tches you b*tches 'bout to be Casper
[Verse 3: Angel Haze]
I’m an undefeated bast*rd
My tongue is the f*cking rapture, b*tch
I be at my peak, I am not the one to be mastered
I’m the one to be after, I’m sweeping you while I’m dusting
I just popped up out the blue, I’m spontaneously combusting
Spit a little different, give me just a minute
Beat the beat down b*tch, fresh it then I kill it
We are not the same but they don’t really get it
Tell ‘em do the math, hoe—fraction, division
Sick flow sick ho, drop me in the clinic
Eat 'em 'til the end 'til they back at the beginning
Cause I ki-ki-ki-kill it ‘til it’s flat dead
And never pass a rock like a motherf*cking crackhead

[Hook]
Money and more money is the only sh*t I’m after
You can cut the fake sh*t
I’m not a motherf*ckin' actor
I’m on top of my green like a motherf*cking tractor
You n*ggas you ‘bout to be b*tches you b*tches 'bout to be Casper