work by William Crooks Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, fresh as a mother if you couldn’t tell
Pack Anita Baker, boutta ring the fucking bell (Woop)
I’m high as hell, bitch I’m high as hell
Watch me crash the Tesla truck into a wall
Pass Go, right to jail
Whip the piss in a Fiat Panda
My feet up on the dash
I could smoke a roach ’til its ash
Step up in the pit with no shoes, get my ass beat
Tryna run my fuckin’ check up, I’m a athlete
Run it like a track meet, tell ‘em boy run that shit
I just hit the weed and the weed hit back, what
I just text the plug and they ain’t text back, shit
[Chorus 1]
All my fine peoples getting money
Can you work that job?
Spend a couple bills, it don’t matter to me
Work that job
I don’t really give a fuck
All my fine peoples getting money
Can you work that job?
Spend a couple bills, it don’t matter to me
Work that job
I don’t really give a fuck (woop)
[Verse 2]
Heard you in the crib eatin’ soup and shit
Only difference between me and you is I really do this shit
You talk a lot of game from your parent's data plan
Please get out the way, I’m gettin’ in my bag
This go out to all the people, get they bands up
Put your fuckin’ hands up
Yah, put your fuckin’ hands up
This a stick up
Money in the bag
Getaway in the back of the pickup
Ooo, bitch I’m so handsome
I might— What?
What the fuck
Look at—
Look at me I can ride this shit with no handlebars
Worry ‘bout your own, me and my family, man, we handle ours
I’m always on the clock, you know I work that job
To all my peoples gettin’ money, go and get that guap
Go and get your cheddar biscuit with the gravy on it
If I didn’t get it its only cause I got lazy on it
It doesn’t matter to me if you do not fuck with it, please
I’m too damn deep in my bag, your presence light like the breeze
So keep my name in your mouth, ‘cause all that talkin is cheap
Yeah if you not workin’ that job then you not workin’ with me
Bitch
[Chorus 2]
All my fine peoples getting money
Can you work that (Woo)
Spend a couple bills, it don’t matter to me
Work that job
I don’t really give a fuck
All my fine peoples getting money
Can you work that job?
Spend a couple bills, it don’t matter to me
Work that job
I don’t really give a fuck
I don’t really give a...
Yeah, fresh as a mother if you couldn’t tell
Pack Anita Baker, boutta ring the fucking bell (Woop)
I’m high as hell, bitch I’m high as hell
Watch me crash the Tesla truck into a wall
Pass Go, right to jail
Whip the piss in a Fiat Panda
My feet up on the dash
I could smoke a roach ’til its ash
Step up in the pit with no shoes, get my ass beat
Tryna run my fuckin’ check up, I’m a athlete
Run it like a track meet, tell ‘em boy run that shit
I just hit the weed and the weed hit back, what
I just text the plug and they ain’t text back, shit
[Chorus 1]
All my fine peoples getting money
Can you work that job?
Spend a couple bills, it don’t matter to me
Work that job
I don’t really give a fuck
All my fine peoples getting money
Can you work that job?
Spend a couple bills, it don’t matter to me
Work that job
I don’t really give a fuck (woop)
[Verse 2]
Heard you in the crib eatin’ soup and shit
Only difference between me and you is I really do this shit
You talk a lot of game from your parent's data plan
Please get out the way, I’m gettin’ in my bag
This go out to all the people, get they bands up
Put your fuckin’ hands up
Yah, put your fuckin’ hands up
This a stick up
Money in the bag
Getaway in the back of the pickup
Ooo, bitch I’m so handsome
I might— What?
What the fuck
Look at—
Look at me I can ride this shit with no handlebars
Worry ‘bout your own, me and my family, man, we handle ours
I’m always on the clock, you know I work that job
To all my peoples gettin’ money, go and get that guap
Go and get your cheddar biscuit with the gravy on it
If I didn’t get it its only cause I got lazy on it
It doesn’t matter to me if you do not fuck with it, please
I’m too damn deep in my bag, your presence light like the breeze
So keep my name in your mouth, ‘cause all that talkin is cheap
Yeah if you not workin’ that job then you not workin’ with me
Bitch
[Chorus 2]
All my fine peoples getting money
Can you work that (Woo)
Spend a couple bills, it don’t matter to me
Work that job
I don’t really give a fuck
All my fine peoples getting money
Can you work that job?
Spend a couple bills, it don’t matter to me
Work that job
I don’t really give a fuck
I don’t really give a...