Ty Dolla $ign - Work lyrics

She knew exactly who I was becoming
Reality of dreams
Younger for memories of a still wonder
Of who I might be and for her it’s hard to
Stomach what’s left behind
And what’s to come in the
Same introduction of a king
Just know everything coming can only
Give birth to the principle
That by any means I produce wings like eagles
Soar in the highest clouds to
Let my conscience free
So I can feed ex-girls like
Sea gulls with bitter egos
And out work Wale's ambitious girls with
The tip of my penis
To write stories, a young poetic genius
And I mean this, there’s never been a day off
Never been laid off
My own boss and my payoff is to get laid off
Get a break off just to re-hire myself


For the take off Beach House the EP

These hoes all tryna come back
And make it work, make it work
I tell these hoes come get this work
Get this work
I give no fucks, I give no damn
I took my bitch straight from her man
From her man
That nigga ain’t had much money as I do
That nigga don’t know your body like I do
Your friends think I ain’t shit
I don’t like them either
Them hoes ain’t shit
They can’t keep no man either
Ain’t believing me then but you see me now
Said you’d never trust me again
But you believe me now
And now somehow we supposed to fix ya

These hoes all tryna come back
And make it work, make it work
These hoes all tryna come back
And make it work, make it work
I tell these hoes come get this work
Get this work
I tell these hoes come get this work
Get this work these hoes all tryna come back
And make it work, make it work
These hoes all tryna come back
And make it work, make it work
I tell these hoes come get this work
Get this work
I tell these hoes come get this work
Get this work

Baby girl she 100 my mind right
That’s real stuntin
She in the crowd tryna fly it for me
I fucked around and then went for it
I love that girl so much
I fucked around and paid the rent for her
Feel like I’m the right pimp for her
But we got enough, she ain’t gotta work
I give it to er, I got it first
She right here, I ain’t gotta search
We in a party… we in a party
I’m amused by how you move yo body
Baby girl she more poppin in
The 12 gauge shotty
She got 4 shots, we goin up
I don’t need no molly
These hoes fuck with the squad
She ran through the whole posse
Girl I think about you when
I’m in that hotel lobby
I’m coming home to you
Yea I got work for yo body

These hoes all tryna come back
And make it work, make it work
These hoes all tryna come back
And make it work, make it work
I tell these hoes come get this work
Get this work
I tell these hoes come get this work
Get this work these hoes all tryna come back
And make it work, make it work
These hoes all tryna come back
And make it work, make it work
I tell these hoes come get this work
Get this work
I tell these hoes come get this work
Get this work

I’m gonna work on it
You gon get this work, girl
I’mma throw these bands
You gon make it clap with no hands
When her ass down, goddamn
You gon get this work girl oh oh oh
(You gon get this work girl)
I’mma throw these bands
You gon make it clap with no hands
When her ass down, damn

These hoes all tryna come back
And make it work, make it work
These hoes all tryna come back
And make it work, make it work
I tell these hoes come get this work
Get this work
I tell these hoes come get this work
Get this work these hoes all tryna come back
And make it work, make it work
These hoes all tryna come back
And make it work, make it work
I tell these hoes come get this work
Get this work
I tell these hoes come get this work
Get this work

I used to love these hoes
I used to love these hoes
I used to love these hoes
But now I love this money
I used to love these hoes
I used to love these hoes
But now I love this money
I used to love these hoes

Hoes, I used to have a lot of kind
But when they realize that I gotta grind
I replaced the lies and the
Thighs and the hotter dimes
With the fuckin rhymes and the
Ties and the dolla signs
The symbol of the Caduceus
I full want my mental producers
I’m leaving these haters clueless
When I spit because they missin what
I get because I’m cold
Real niggas listen to the shit that I unfold
I cannot believe that whether they used
To be lovin these hoes
Now that I be on my money
It’s funny the way that I govern these hoes
And I be runnin these hoes
Doin whatever I wanna do with em
As long as I be on my paper
Cus I’m gon let nothing in front
Of me after my currency flow
And if we getting the fetty so up
But, I throw it away but
The bitches don’t want if they talk about me
Your position to fall will be nothing
I’m done wit yo frontin, just
Give me yo dollars, i don’t wanna holler
I don’t want yo woman, I want the Apollo
But see for the Benjamins I got my shotta
And Twista love dollars but I admit

I used to love these hoes
But now I love this money
I used to love these hoes
I used to love these hoes
But now I love this money
I used to love these hoes