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[Intro: Yung Tory]
(Kevin Rolly)
Yeah, woo, woo, yeah
Yeah, she love me to death

[Chorus: Yung Tory]
She love me to death, she do anything for me
He was in my DMs, sending threats, n*gga, I was getting money
Why they on me? Why they on me? Why they on me?
I'm picture-perfect, take a picture, b*tch, I'm looking just like money bags

[Verse 1: Yung Tory]
Work
Told that b*tch, "Let me see you twerk"
Ayy, I don't think she know her worth
Ayy, I'm goin' under that skirt
Ayy, under that skirt, under that skirt, damn
Eight freaky b*tches in my sеssion
Eight freaky b*tches show me tittiеs (Tits, tits, tits)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, damn)
Ayy, I threw some money and she started dancing
Ayy, could've been a pornstar, but I started rapping
I thought this was forever when I started trappin'
Life different now, no cappin', b*tch, I make it happen
And I'm drippin' now, don't want your b*tch, 'cause she a catfish
Young G, YG, I need me a Kehlani
Ice cream, white freak, she like Gwen Stefani
Suck me in the party, suck me like a lolly
Like a Jolly Rancher, feelin' on her body
[Chorus: Yung Tory & Germ]
She love me to death, she do anything for me
He was in my DMs, sending threats, n*gga, I was getting money
Why they on me? Why they on me? Why they on me?
I'm picture-perfect, take a picture, b*tch, I'm looking just like money bags (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Germ]
New Benz, no new friends, b*tch, I'm on all that
Party pack stuffed in my Gucci backpack with a big strap
Hellcats back-to-back, pints is gone, back to bag
I can't see straight, move out my way 'fore I gotta up my 'K
One b*tch, two b*tch, never too much to handle
Gucci sandals, posin' poolside, boolin', gettin' neck on camera, uh
Spazzin' out, Roxys in my jacket, wild
b*tches gettin' necks blown out, trippin' with my nuts out (You dig?)
b*tch, that's on gang
Please stay out my way, I get retarded and get to spittin' in your face
All in your space, ask your baby mama, "How Germ taste?" (Huh?)
I get racks, stacked from the floor to my face, uh

[Bridge: Germ]
Big-ass Runtz blunts, uh, b*tch, I'm stuck-up
Choppa in the truck, I'm not goin' back, don't give no f*cks
Big-ass Runtz blunts, uh, b*tch, I'm stuck-up
Choppa in the truck, I'm not goin' back, don't give no f*cks
[Chorus: Yung Tory]
She love me to death, she do anything for me
He was in my DMs, sending threats, n*gga, I was getting money
Why they on me? Why they on me? Why they on me?
I'm picture-perfect, take a picture, b*tch, I'm looking just like money bags (Work)