Futuristic - Puttin' In Work lyrics

[Verse 1: Futuristic] Gold all on my chain, f** that, I want gold all on my plaque Racks on racks, for the raps I rap, y'all n***as all sound so trash Futuristic independent, I been at it for a minute All this money, I ain't splitting, I did it without a major I've been moving, I've been shaking in the face of a generation In my state and I don't owe nobody any f**ing favors, yup Young player with his eyes on the prize I've been gunning for the motherf**ing top All these other rappers just like fish out the water Cause they all gon' flop, I've been putting in work, [?] shows Speaking of shows, look at all my show I'm about to hit the stage, all my n***as gon' rage Catch me in your state, cause we've been all around the globe I got merch in boat, n***a, wholesale Hoes at the hotel, but they don't tell, thick as oatmeal Ask me if I shmang bang, know me so well Whipping out my snake, like a show and tell n***a got bars, no bell, you move like an old snail Probably got your girl wet, no pale Leave her face so pale, I'm getting paper, you a hater Send a n***a a check and you get no mail [Hook: Futuristic] I've been moving, I've been staying on my sh** I've been grinding, I've been hustling everyday, I never quit I've been traveling, get it cracking with my fans at every show If y'all wonder how this happened then I'm 'bout to let you know I've been putting in work, work, putting in work, work Putting in work, putting in work, work, putting in work, work Putting in work, I've been putting in work, work Putting in work, work, putting in work, I've been putting in work Work, putting in work, work, putting in work [Verse 2: Futuristic] Now I ain't gon' sit around and front like I got the pump n***a getting slumped, I ain't 'bout that But I'm all about a dollar making b**hes holler make them swallow Won't see them tomorrow, yeah, I'm 'bout that Matter of fact I'm 'bout show money Throw money to get more money So funny they got no money, fake change running cars That their label paid for but you acting like it's your money Flow money on the slow money never that Never whack with the tracks, ask Aktion, made it happen Got the city cracking, doing everything I could imagine All my b**hes looking like they coming from a pageant I ain't ga**in, hard work made it happen Started a movement from how I do it That n***a Futuristic with WTF gang I'm the Captain You ain't get a fraction, that's all me So tell me why would I give away Leaving haters with a bitter taste k** an MC leave flowers on the stone, b**h, get a vase You wanna collab, you a lil late You gon' need a lil cake and a lil buzz to negotiate Then Imma hop up on your song with a quick sixteen Eat an MC put them on my dinner plate [Hook: Futuristic] [Verse 3: Emilio Rojas] Young king but I've never been crowned Dick rider, you never been down [?] how the f** that sound Still fly even when I touchdown From the airport, to the [?] sh** they didn't expect from a Spanish boy Pay me in checks and hard cash of course Don't pay me in respect, can't cash it boy I'm the best in New York The city be showing respect to the boy f** all the rest of the young ones They so unimpressive, I never been checkin for y'all I'm J in Chicago, expect me to ball You're Jordan's in Washington, y'all gonna fall Shooting and missing and flailing your arms Looking at all of the rest for applause Them b**hes on my dick but I'm ignoring them And if they foreign then it look like I imported them I squeeze the air up out your lungs like an accordion Emilio and ZFG flourishing, bee-otch [Hook: Futuristic]