The Work (Workin’)
[Intro]
Let's do it
[Verse]
Uh, Folarin not havin' it
Cover this track like a motherfuckin' laminate
Yeah, real niggas in my cabinet
You the type of nigga make a stripper turn celibate
Let's celebrate, levitate with the loud
Never wait when we out
Fuck a line, get in now
What they bitchin' 'bout?
What they goin' for?
Polo head to toe, no Zone 4
Kick game Henry, bitch, bonjour
Wintertime, Moncler, summertime, different shore
This a different motor, man, better go to work
Rappers try and trade places like I'm Mortimer
It's no days off, although I'm bored at work
But daddy gotta order somethin' dealers can't afford
Ha, the envy of dime dealers
Bentley ain't mine, but I let bitches recline in 'em
Tell 'em they mind quick, then I'll give 'em like five minutes
Tell 'em we'll never be, but they settle for side bitches
DC got wild niggas
Them .45 niggas
Some runnin' with two K's though, we some live niggas
Don't get besides yourself, thinkin' I'm with the loafin'
I just came back from Howard, I made a gift for the locals
Then hit 'em, flee 'em, delete 'em
Hug 'em, love 'em, and leave 'em
If you call me a genius, nobody would disagree it
I'm spotted on different beaches, Cohiba, smoking reefer
I hope you hit me by 3, I'm incoherent in the evening
What's up, sugar? I'm diggin' ya, oh, you ain't feelin' youngin?
That's even better, I'm not that into submissive women
I'd like to tell you I'm the type to get you all women
I put that battery in backs, ho, small wonder
It's been a long summer and I've been on my grind
We killin' shows out in London like I'm on my grind
I think I'm Larry Hoover, I think I'm Big Meech
I think you need the streets to succeed the industry
But I'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route
Quote unquote backpack, still bring them bitches out
I bet you Burcham, you fried chicken niggas, Church 'em
Or Popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle
Stop lyin', y'all pretenders, y'all ain't really workin'
Your wins lower than Laura, though you niggas Urkel
Kinfolk, I've been dope since Super Soakers
No matter who gon' show up, I make 'em move over
All that talk about who better than Folarin
Go and get that bread and they'll be penniless tomorrow
Livin' out of a homeless shit
Broke and no one notices
Get a whip, you lease her like you Marjorie and Homer kid
Ride the beat and own the bitch
Modify your quota, bitch
PG bitches love me like I'm TCB and Polo, bitch
North Potomac love me like a motherfuckin' Jonases
That's why we always go in them, but we don't gotta go with 'em