Scorcher, A.R.I, Mercston, Wretch 32 - Work Get It lyrics
[Scorcher, A.R.I, Mercston, Wretch 32 - Work Get It lyrics]
Ayy, man are top flight, in it, init
Never had a deal but I'm winning
Only gotta smile, man, I leave with the women
Shut it down with the bottles, man
I feel like I'm swimming
Push it to the limit
My business card, call it Master P
Why? Cuh fucker, it's got no limit
Wait a minute, ain't finished, made a killing
But, I talk to God when I walk along
Don't know why these niggas wanna par though
They don't know our side and our artform
In the car, winging about to Rascal
Young yout out here tryna bruk up a partial
A wah di ras, though? Pussy
Where you come from?
Scared money don't make no money, money
Now winner-winner, it's sunny for me
All from these pictures, they're
Calling me Funny Tummy, rah
Cause all we do is work get it
Work, work, get it, get it
Go hard, work get it work, work, go hard
Work get it get it get it
Go hard
Work, work, work, work, get it, get it
Yeah, this is all I do
My team ball, nigga, 352
I gave you lot an extra O
I didn't wanna spell it out
But you need my loot
I'm a T-side yout, I'm rolling
I beat it up, she looks swollen
When I come around, I shut it down
And that was with the place still open
I could spend a hundred bags before closing
A hundred bags on my clothing
A hundred bags on what I'm rolling
If I ain't three hundred, you're smoking
See, the history books will have
My name in it, so
They better spell that right
Or I'll burn every page
That's word to my grave
And I ain't never gonna die
Cause all we do is work get it
Work, work, get it, get it
Go hard, work get it work, work, go hard
Work get it get it get it
Go hard
Work, work, work, work, get it, get it
Look, I don't take no breaks or days off
Till it pays off 24
7, I never had a day job
I was stuck on the road but tryna take off
Now I take trips in a grey fog
Catch planes all summer
Still getting paid all summer
Brudda, I'm tryna save all summer
I'ma hustle until I get a place for mother
So don't ask why I never
Rave with the bruddas
I was born to lose, built to win, yeah
My life weren't all a cruise, I
Had to sink or swim, yeah
You get me? I've come a long
Way from my first lyric your top five
They couldn't better my worst lyric
You know the motto with money
We gotta work get it you get it? yeah
Cause all we do is work get it
Work, work, get it, get it
Go hard, work get it work, work, go hard
Work get it get it get it
Go hard
Work, work, work, work, get it, get it
Never had a deal but I'm winning
Only gotta smile, man, I leave with the women
Shut it down with the bottles, man
I feel like I'm swimming
Push it to the limit
My business card, call it Master P
Why? Cuh fucker, it's got no limit
Wait a minute, ain't finished, made a killing
But, I talk to God when I walk along
Don't know why these niggas wanna par though
They don't know our side and our artform
In the car, winging about to Rascal
Young yout out here tryna bruk up a partial
A wah di ras, though? Pussy
Where you come from?
Scared money don't make no money, money
Now winner-winner, it's sunny for me
All from these pictures, they're
Calling me Funny Tummy, rah
Cause all we do is work get it
Work, work, get it, get it
Go hard, work get it work, work, go hard
Work get it get it get it
Go hard
Work, work, work, work, get it, get it
Yeah, this is all I do
My team ball, nigga, 352
I gave you lot an extra O
I didn't wanna spell it out
But you need my loot
I'm a T-side yout, I'm rolling
I beat it up, she looks swollen
When I come around, I shut it down
And that was with the place still open
I could spend a hundred bags before closing
A hundred bags on my clothing
A hundred bags on what I'm rolling
If I ain't three hundred, you're smoking
See, the history books will have
My name in it, so
They better spell that right
Or I'll burn every page
That's word to my grave
And I ain't never gonna die
Cause all we do is work get it
Work, work, get it, get it
Go hard, work get it work, work, go hard
Work get it get it get it
Go hard
Work, work, work, work, get it, get it
Look, I don't take no breaks or days off
Till it pays off 24
7, I never had a day job
I was stuck on the road but tryna take off
Now I take trips in a grey fog
Catch planes all summer
Still getting paid all summer
Brudda, I'm tryna save all summer
I'ma hustle until I get a place for mother
So don't ask why I never
Rave with the bruddas
I was born to lose, built to win, yeah
My life weren't all a cruise, I
Had to sink or swim, yeah
You get me? I've come a long
Way from my first lyric your top five
They couldn't better my worst lyric
You know the motto with money
We gotta work get it you get it? yeah
Cause all we do is work get it
Work, work, get it, get it
Go hard, work get it work, work, go hard
Work get it get it get it
Go hard
Work, work, work, work, get it, get it