I Got Work

[Chorus]

In the kitchen once again

I done gave the dope a (?)

Quarter brick, half a brick, tell me what you wanna spend

Half a pound, whole pound, even plugged in with the mid

Thousand pills and thousand seals

Fuck you niggas, come again

I got work (work, work, work, work)

I got work (work, work, work, work)

I got work (work, work, work, work)

I got work (work, work, work, work)

I got work

[Verse 1]

80 baby crazy

In this kitchen with Patrick Swayze

And the yay is dirty dancing

And it's white like Marilyn Manson, nigga

I just bought a mansion way before some rap advances

Michael Jackson with the work 'cause I make the J's start dancing

All this guacamole, got my pants on MC Hammer

Smoking on the gas like a nigga got cancer

They say bands a make her dance, so I turned her to a dancer

(?) with the bags, got me riding on Prances

Freddie sent the gas but the bricks from cousin Hector

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, they come on schedule

Prada head to toe, so I'm dancing with the devil

NASA with the swag, something like a space shuttle

Rock band drums, so I'm blasting heavy metal

32 Ent, we got keys just like piano

All my young nigga with me, using sticks and bandannas

All my young nigga around me, using sticks and bandannas

[Chorus]

In the kitchen once again

I done gave the dope a (?)

Quarter brick, half a brick, tell me what you wanna spend

Half a pound, whole pound, even plugged in with the mid

Thousand pills and thousand seals

Fuck you niggas, come again

I got work (work, work, work, work)

I got work (work, work, work, work)

I got work (work, work, work, work)

I got work (work, work, work, work)

I got work

[Verse 2]

Dirty shoe walking

Put a hole in your head like a dolphin, nigga

J wanna hit Kenny Lofton, nigga

No apple, got sauce young nigga

Hit yo' baby mama with the long dill pickle

Jewelry look like a cold icicle

Came a long way from (?)

With Pollo and then with Hillfiger

Finger fuck the money with my trigger finger

You know I keep white like that nigga Justin Bieber

Made the birds sing like a R&B singer

Posted in the trap with a brand new Fisker

Brand new paint looking like wet pussy

Bouldercrest nigga with the bomb and them bushes

Call me Sesame Street, gotta keep them cookies

Switched from a Breitlin to all gold Rollie

Sixteen gold, twenty two carat trophy

2014 Corvette on Forgis

All this trap money (?)

Pounds of the white, you can call a nigga Tony

Trap with the testament, judgement Rollie

Turn up, turn up, them I done roll it

If it ain't gas, you know I don't smoke it

If it ain't a thirty, you know I ain't toting it

Thirty one shots so you know my clip loaded

Quick to slam a nigga like a fur named Kobe

Shouts out to my fur dawg named Chloe

(?) dollar named baby girl Courtney

Pockets on green, so I'm walking with a Breitling

You know i keep a Glock like my nigga Charlie Barkley

Damn, yo girl head sure is sloppy

Kinco swag cause these fuck niggas copy

[Chorus]

In the kitchen once again

I done gave the dope a (?)

Quarter brick, half a brick, tell me what you wanna spend

Half a pound, whole pound, even plugged in with the mid

Thousand pills and thousand seals

Fuck you niggas, come again

I got work (work, work, work, work)

I got work (work, work, work, work)

I got work (work, work, work, work)

I got work (work, work, work, work)

I got work