I’m Workin lyrics

[Hook]
Aye b*tch! I'm workin!
Now have that pasta cooked when a real n*gga done
Hoe b*tch! I'm workin!
I got my money up and bought twenty more guns
Aye b*tch! I'm workin!
Realest n*gga in the game. Let me show you how it's done
Aye b*tch! I'm workin!
Aye you n*ggas ain't trappin. n*gga you livin with yo mom

[Verse 1]
I tried to make a f*ckin song for the radio
That's when I realized I'm a real trap n*gga
I swear that choppa knock a n*gga off his patio
Meet me at Trader Joes. Thirty for a whole chicken
I got these hoes astonished
All these yellow diamonds
Choppas like a shotta
n*ggas try to rob it
Catch another body
Larry, do you trap?
I don't know. Probably
b*tch you're out of pocket
Are you off a molly?
Super duper trappin
Rolly cost a Caddy
Askin all these questions
Larry, are you mobbin?
n*ggas got a problem
All my n*ggas slidin
When I'm out in Houston, gotta keep the rocket
Damn I just hit a f*ckin pot hole
Aye! Scraped up my f*ckin Forgi-atos
You hear that beepin? That's the money counter
I'm on a mission. I've been moving faster
Throughout the pain. n*gga never panic
Two hundred thousand. Kept it in the attic
[Hook]
Aye b*tch! I'm workin!
Now have that pasta cooked when a real n*gga done
Hoe b*tch! I'm workin!
I got my money up and bought twenty more guns
Aye b*tch! I'm workin!
Realest n*gga in the game. Let me show you how it's done
Aye b*tch! I'm workin!
Aye you n*ggas ain't trappin. n*gga you livin with yo mom

[Verse 2]
Aye! Lately I've been on some other sh*t
I need a million bags
Catch a n*gga slippin. Four-Five hit a n*gga legs
Lately I've been spazzin
I done ran through bout fifty bands
Now it's time to re-up
Hit my plug I need bout fifty bags
I pray to God I never have to trap again. Our block Hot
Two weeks ago the feds ran in my n*gga's spot
You'll probably never comprehend the sh*t a n*gga rappin bout
Bend the corner, mob, if I see the f*ckin white ghost
Dammit I've been f*ckin ballin daily
My conversation paper. Dig it, baby?
Before I hit, she signed an application
I got b*tches. All f*ckin races
Water whippin like a life guard
Punk b*tch I got no patience
These rap n*ggas all swag takin
I'm buyin new whips. New registration
[Hook]
Aye b*tch! I'm workin!
Now have that pasta cooked when a real n*gga done
Hoe b*tch! I'm workin!
I got my money up and bought twenty more guns
Aye b*tch! I'm workin!
Realest n*gga in the game. Let me show you how it's done
Aye b*tch! I'm workin!
Aye you n*ggas ain't trappin. n*gga you livin with yo mom