Cocc Pistol Cree - Work Work lyrics

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Holler out your city if you ride for it Let em know why you die for it Same reason all these riders get high so it's All medicinal now what you wanna buy, homie? Bye b**h Mob sh** Boss talk Game rich Name game Gang signs Work on the phone, call it base line (Yup) Line dance like a ho down Pimps up daytime Whole block a ghost town Ghost ride Ghost face G's get ghost in a moment Pour a little for the ghosts of the dead homies Deadpan voice singing tin pan alley songs Panhandling in front of tourists with the camera phones Get it how you live Or live till you get it Get it in [Hook] When the stash low and it's no cash Get it in And you ridin' no L's no tags Get it in And she lookin' like you ain't gon' smash Get it in But she got her legs up on the dash Show these haters how to go Get that work Make that work work Get that work Make that work work Get that work Make that work work Get that work Make that work work [Verse 2: Cocc Pistol Cree] (Cocc Pistol) I get it I whip it I flip it I pocket the profit Don't know when to stop it They callin' me Griselda the harlot My Blahniks erotic Can't walk the heel is enormous The arm in the armrest (Click clack) These dames is dormant I came up from boosting my garments Switching my handbags How I switching my polish Never catch me in the same blouse Unless I'm running to Target Never catch me in a large crowd Unless I'm the life of the party I been hitting from September to August Ahead of my time like lil' old ladies and bonnets All I need is a sickle imma reap me a harvest The hardest thing I had to do was to make a real promise I been countin' money since elementary That's why these broke boys ain't gettin' into me And when the stash low And it ain't no cash flow sh** I go to work Move it by the boat load [Hook] When the stash low and it's no cash Get it in And you ridin' no L's no tags Get it in And she lookin' like you ain't gon' smash Get it in But she got her legs up on the dash Show these haters how to go Get that work Make that work work Get that work Make that work work Get that work Make that work work Get that work Make that work work [Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] Stop Red lights in the distance You never been to that district they reference Trunk full of hashish and mescaline Your mind is a mess and this b**h is undressin' A) Mash on the throttle like a G Put a bottle to your teeth Say f** it, you're a free man B) Pull over to the side of the street Keep your hand on the shotty sitting up under the seat or C) Let the cop pull you over say something slick On some Jay-Z "99 Problems"-type-sh** D) All of the above in your head but It really doesn't matter cause you already dead No obituaries for the most part Nobody cares you are not even a co-star Just an extra They read about it as a number Names got money in their wallet Oh! [Hook] When the stash low and it's no cash Get it in And you ridin' no L's no tags Get it in And she lookin' like you ain't gon' smash Get it in But she got her legs up on the dash Show these haters how to go Get that work Make that work work Get that work Make that work work Get that work Make that work work Get that work Make that work work