Metro Boomin - I Got Work lyrics

[Hook] In the kitchen once again I done gave the dope a (?) Quarter brick, half a brick, tell me what you wanna spend Half a pound, whole pound, even plugged in with the mid Thousand pills and thousand seals f** you n***as, come again I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work (work, work, work, work) I got work [Verse 1] 80 baby crazy In this kitchen with Patrick Swayze And the yay is dirty dancing And it's white like Marilyn Manson, n***a I just bought a mansion way before some rap advances Michael Jackson with the work cuz I make the J's start dancing All this guacamole, got my pants on MC Hammer Smoking on that gas like a n***a got cancer They say bands a make her dance, so i turned her to a dancer (?) with the bags, got me riding on Prances Freddie sent the bags but the bricks from cousin Hector Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, a couple schedules Prada head to toe, so I'm dancing with the devil NASA with the swag, something like a space shuttle Rock band drums, so I'm blasting heavy metal 32 Ent, we got keys just like piano All my young n***a with me, using sticks and bandannas All my young n***a around me, using sticks and bandannas [Hook] [Verse 2] Dirty shoe walking Put a hole in your head like a dolphin, n***a J wanna hit Kenny Lofton, n***a No apple, got sauce young n***a Hit yo' baby mama with the long dill pickle Jewelry look like a cold icicle Came a long way from (?) With Pollo and then with Hillfiger Finger f** the money with my trigger finger You know I keep white like that n***a Justin Bieber Made the birds sing like a R&B singer Posted in the trap with a brand new Fisker Brand new paint looking like wet p**y Bouldercrest n***a with the bomb and them bushes Call me (?), gotta keep them cookies (?) bright to all gold Rollie Sixteen gold, twenty two carat trophy 2014 Corvette on Forgis All this trap money (?) Pounds of the white, you can call a n***a Tony Trap with the testament, judgement Rollie Turn up, turn up, them I done roll it If it ain't gas, you know I don't smoke it If it ain't a thirty, you know i ain't toting it Thirty one shots so you know my clip loaded Quick to slam a n***a like a fur named Kobe Shouts out to my fur dawg named Chloe (?) dollar named baby girl Courtney Pockets on green, so I'm walking with a Breitling You know i keep a Glock like my n***a Charlie Barkley (?) shoulder sloppy Kinco swag cause these f** n***as copy [Hook]