Workin lyrics

[Intro]
(Y'all gon' have to put Mo in)

[Pre-Chorus]
b*tch, I’m drunk (I’m drunk)
I want a country ass n*gga in a donk
Bass beatin' down the back of his trunk (Boom, boom)
Young n*gga wanna eat me up for lunch
b*tch, I ain’t wavy, I’m surfin' (Mmm)
I'ma make him spend a bag on purpose (Ching-ching)
You’s a broke boy can’t buy a brikin (Ah)
I got all the bad b*tch workin (Oh)

[Chorus]
Workin', b*tch come work it (Ow)
Gon' and getcha bag, you deserve it (Oh)
f*ck a broke n*gga you can swerve him (Ow)
Gon' and getcha bag keep workin' (Oh)
Workin', b*tch come work it (Ow)
Gon' and getcha bag, you deserve it (Oh)
f*ck a broke n*gga you can swerve him (Ow)
Gon' and getcha bag keep workin' (Oh)

[Verse 1]
Rip a rich n*gga outta them Amiri’s
I grant a n*gga wish like a fairy
Queen of the white toes call me dairy
Why do fool fall in love, Halle Berry
Chanel bag with the racks in the middle
Real b*tch, wе don’t talk under pillows
Walk it like I talk it, so a b*tch gon’ feel her
Facе on ten, we don’t need no fillers
[Pre-Chorus]
b*tch, I’m drunk
I want a country ass n*gga in a donk
Bass beatin' down the back of his trunk
Young n*gga wanna eat me up for lunch
b*tch, I ain’t wavy, I’m surfin'
I'ma make him spend a bag on purpose
You’s a broke boy can’t buy a brikin
I got all the bad b*tch workin'

[Chorus]
Workin', b*tch come work it (Ow)
Gon' and getcha bag, you deserve it (Oh)
f*ck a broke n*gga you can swerve him (Ow)
Gon' and getcha bag keep workin' (Oh)
Workin', b*tch come work it (Ow)
Gon' and getcha bag, you deserve it (Oh)
f*ck a broke n*gga you can swerve him (Ow)
Gon' and getcha bag keep workin' (Oh)

[Verse 2]
Goin' hard in my goyard
Bunch of bad b*tches, bunch of black cards
Double R on the seats, roof full of stars
I can teach ya, but I have to charge
Makin' love in my chrome hearts
If he ain’t got the bag, I don’t want no parts
I ain’t f*cking with the feds, we don’t do the marks
It’s the “Mmm” for me, quotation marks (Santana)
[Pre-Chorus]
b*tch, I’m drunk (I’m drunk)
I want a country ass n*gga in a donk
Bass beatin' down the back of his trunk (Boom, boom)
Young n*gga wanna eat me up for lunch
b*tch, I ain’t wavy, I’m surfin' (Mmm)
I'ma make him spend a bag on purpose (Ching-ching)
You’s a broke boy can’t buy a brikin (Ah)
I got all the bad b*tch workin' (Oh)