​work lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, fresh as a mother if you couldn’t tell
Pack Anita Baker, boutta ring the f*cking bell (Woop)
I’m high as hell, b*tch I’m high as hell
Watch me crash the Tesla truck into a wall
Pass Go, right to jail
Whip the p*ss 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 f*ckin’ check up, I’m a athlete
Run it like a track meet, tell ‘em boy run that sh*t
I just hit the weed and the weed hit back, what
I just text the plug and they ain’t text back, sh*t

[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 f*ck

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 f*ck (woop)