Workin’ Em lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
Young Money
Gangsta Grillz, you bast*rds!
Dedication 2!

[Chorus: Fee Banks, Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
That's why your b*tch want a real n*gga like me (Fee!)
That's why your b*tch want a real n*gga like me (b*tch, that's big [?])
She want to give that pus*y to a n*gga like me (Shout to the Trendsetter)
She want to give that pus*y to a n*gga like me (My n*gga Don Cannon! Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
I be pimpin' them hoes, I be pimpin' them hoes (Shout to Cash Money!)
I be pimpin' them hoes, pimp— pimpin' them hoes (My n*gga Slim, what's good?)
I be workin' them b*tches, I be workin' them b*tches (Baby, what up?)
I be workin' them b*tches, work— workin' them b*tches, yeah! (Oh!)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama]
Weezy F. Baby, the motherf*cking Carter (Yeah)
b*tches on my stick, but my name ain't "Harry Potter" (Ill!)
In fact, I'm very hotter—your girl say the same
And since we like to travel, she let us run a train (Choo-choo)
And my defense put me in the Hall of Fame (Geah)
I make her turn over every time we play the game (b*tch)
"My boy Wayne"—ask them n*ggas how I came
In a Ferrari, Jaguar, switching both lanes (Errrr!)
Living room in the kitchen on a plane (I'm high)
I get from A to B so comfortably, I—
Do my thing; y'all n*ggas so plain (Yeah, yeah)
I'm so fly—call me "Soul Plane" (Hey, wow!)
[Chorus: Fee Banks, Lil Wayne, & DJ tags]
That's why your b*tch want a real n*gga like me (Huh, Fee!)
That's why your b*tch want a real n*gga like me (b*tch, huh)
She want to give that pus*y to a n*gga like me (Gangsta! Huh)
She want to give that pus*y to a n*gga like me (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!)
I be pimpin' them hoes (Yeah), I be pimpin' them hoes (Yeah)
I be pimpin' them hoes (Yeah), pimp— pimpin' them hoes (Yeah)
I be workin' them b*tches (Yeah, yeah), I be workin' them b*tches (Yeah, yeah)
I be workin' them b*tches, work— workin' them b*tches, yeah!

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
To him, I'm a killer (Yeah); to her, I'm a lover
I always wear a mask (Yeah), and I always wear a rubber
Yeah, I'm from the hood, but my crib in the suburbs (Suburbs)
They love a n*gga vibe, so that's why I got the cover (Cover)
My n*gga Mack Maine (Yeah) is like a brother from another
We from the same hood (Mack), we will kill a motherf*cker (Yeah)
We eat you n*ggas' lunch (Hey), and to b*tches, I'm supper (Hey)
She ask me to go down; I'm like, "As long as I f*ck her"
I wear a lot of diamonds (Yeah)—see, baby, I'm a stunner
So ride a n*gga di*k for a baby-bear Hummer
And homie, you can have her (Oh), 'cause I don't really want her
You put your di*k in her; I put that di*k on her (Yeah! Oww!)

[Chorus: Fee Banks & Lil Wayne]
That's why your b*tch want a real n*gga like me (Geah)
That's why your b*tch want a real n*gga like me (Geah, hey, hey, I put that di*k on her, ha)
She want to give that pus*y to a n*gga like me (Hey, I put that di*k on her, yeah)
She want to give that pus*y to a n*gga like me (Come on)
I be pimpin' them hoes (Yeah), I be pimpin' them hoes (Yeah)
I be pimpin' them hoes (Yeah), pimp— pimpin' them hoes (Let's go)
I be workin' them b*tches (Hey, hey), I be workin' them b*tches (Hey, hey)
I be workin' them b*tches, work— workin' them b*tches, yeah! (Get down)
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I'm hotter than fire, she wetter than a b*tch (Oww!)
These n*ggas really pus*y, and I'm harder than my di*k
I show too much love for you to be a hater
I ain't home every day (Yeah, yeah), but I'm gettin' my paper
I know what's going on, 'cause I'm the creator
And since I'm so early (Huh), I holler at 'em later
I sound like sex coming through the faders (b*tch)
I'm the president, not the mayor (Oww!)

[Chorus: Fee Banks, Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops]
That's why your b*tch want a real n*gga (Ha) like me (Trendsetters)
That's why your b*tch want a real n*gga like me (On her)
She want to give that pus*y to a n*gga like me (Young Money! Cannon! My n*gga Fee!)
She want to give that pus*y to a n*gga like me (Dramatic!)
I be pimpin' them hoes (Yeah), I be pimpin' them hoes
I be pimpin' them hoes, pimp— pimpin' them hoes (Mack Maine, what's good?)
I be workin' them b*tches, I be workin' them b*tches (My n*gga Curren$y!)
I be workin' them b*tches, work— workin' them b*tches, yeah!

[Outro: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama]
That was a Fee and Weezy Baby collabo'
What the f*ck y'all gonna do?
Nothin'
D2, Drama, yeah!
A dedication!
Yeah
Rest in Peace, my n*gga Proof
Rest in Peace, Big HAWK
I'm on that Chris Rock
Ninety-thousand on one hand
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