Since99 - Makin It Work lyrics
[Since99 - Makin It Work lyrics]
(4DaysOnTheBeat)
Yeah, had to cut a couple hoes, yeah
(Ayy, Manny, this joint crank, fool)
Had to cut a couple hoes
They be tryna take shots
Had to switch a couple flows
They be tryna take spots
Got a thirty and a forty and fifty in a sock
Got a thirty and a forty
And a twenty band knot
I'ma go in hibernation
I ain't slidin' 'til it's hot
And he said he wanted sauce
I'ma give his ass Motts
I got shrimp fettuccine in the goddamn pot
And I feel like Ruth Chris
Got a lamb in the chop'
Let me go smoke a J with Manny and Turk
I done went and got a mil'
I'm makin' it work
He spent his last fifteen
That's not his first
I just got a ten-piece with sauce and jerk'
She want a Telfar bag, she bought that purse
Let me hit a stepback, I feel like Durk
I done got a couple mil', I'm makin' it work
I done got a couple mil', I'm makin' it work
Go and spot up in the corner, Luc Richard
I just got a touchdown, a hundred yards
He don't even wanna mow, he stomp the yard
I don't ever wanna lack, I pay with card
You need to go and pay rent this month
You need to go and get a check this month
You need to go ahead and flex this month
And take a look at how my necklace stunt
And he just went ahead and tried to dunk
Now I feel like he just tore his achilles
I'ma pull up on a dirt bike poppin' a wheelie
Caught a play up in the field like I'm Jone
When I take a hit of Gusher I got no feelings
Let me go and meet the plug on the shoreline
He said he'll have it back for me in no time
How you think you 'boutta blow with no shine?
I'ma go and punch and then
Smoke in my downtime heard a lot of talkin'
It was comin' through the grapevine
Brodie with the unit
He be stayin' with the canines
I just think I went and saw
A wire on his waistline
I think I went and saw a
Walkie talkie in his pocket
He thinkin' that he better
Well you gonna have to top it
Had to cut a couple hoes
They be tryna take shots
Had to cut a couple hoes
They be tryna take knots
Had to cut a couple hoes
They be tryna hit spots
And they thought I had a writer
But I punch off top
I be makin' money straight off a laptop
We 'boutta do a twenty-one up on the blacktop
And my buddy puttin' gas in the Trackhawk
I just hit her for a minute
Made her leg lock bitch, you in the ten spot
They wanna know how I do it
I need a TED Talk
They wanna know what I'm wearing
Look in the deadstock i had to pull up a
Pairin' just like a headshot
Yeah, had to cut a couple hoes, yeah
(Ayy, Manny, this joint crank, fool)
Had to cut a couple hoes
They be tryna take shots
Had to switch a couple flows
They be tryna take spots
Got a thirty and a forty and fifty in a sock
Got a thirty and a forty
And a twenty band knot
I'ma go in hibernation
I ain't slidin' 'til it's hot
And he said he wanted sauce
I'ma give his ass Motts
I got shrimp fettuccine in the goddamn pot
And I feel like Ruth Chris
Got a lamb in the chop'
Let me go smoke a J with Manny and Turk
I done went and got a mil'
I'm makin' it work
He spent his last fifteen
That's not his first
I just got a ten-piece with sauce and jerk'
She want a Telfar bag, she bought that purse
Let me hit a stepback, I feel like Durk
I done got a couple mil', I'm makin' it work
I done got a couple mil', I'm makin' it work
Go and spot up in the corner, Luc Richard
I just got a touchdown, a hundred yards
He don't even wanna mow, he stomp the yard
I don't ever wanna lack, I pay with card
You need to go and pay rent this month
You need to go and get a check this month
You need to go ahead and flex this month
And take a look at how my necklace stunt
And he just went ahead and tried to dunk
Now I feel like he just tore his achilles
I'ma pull up on a dirt bike poppin' a wheelie
Caught a play up in the field like I'm Jone
When I take a hit of Gusher I got no feelings
Let me go and meet the plug on the shoreline
He said he'll have it back for me in no time
How you think you 'boutta blow with no shine?
I'ma go and punch and then
Smoke in my downtime heard a lot of talkin'
It was comin' through the grapevine
Brodie with the unit
He be stayin' with the canines
I just think I went and saw
A wire on his waistline
I think I went and saw a
Walkie talkie in his pocket
He thinkin' that he better
Well you gonna have to top it
Had to cut a couple hoes
They be tryna take shots
Had to cut a couple hoes
They be tryna take knots
Had to cut a couple hoes
They be tryna hit spots
And they thought I had a writer
But I punch off top
I be makin' money straight off a laptop
We 'boutta do a twenty-one up on the blacktop
And my buddy puttin' gas in the Trackhawk
I just hit her for a minute
Made her leg lock bitch, you in the ten spot
They wanna know how I do it
I need a TED Talk
They wanna know what I'm wearing
Look in the deadstock i had to pull up a
Pairin' just like a headshot