Yogi US - The Work (Workin') lyrics

Uh. Lets do it Uh Folarin not havin it Cover this track like a motha f**in laminate Yeah, real n***as in my cabinet You the type of n***a make a stripper turn celibate Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud Never wait when we out f** a line, get in now What they b**hin bout? What the goin for? Polo head to toe no zone 4 Kick game Henry b**h, bonjour Winter time, Moncler Summer time, different shore This a different motor man better go to work Rapper tryin trade places like I'm Mortimer Its no days off, although I'm bored to work But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford Ha, the envy of dime dealers Bentley ain't mine but I let b**hes recline in em Tell em they mind clippin I give em like 5 minutes Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side b**hes DC got wild n***as Them .45 n***as Some runnin' with 2 k's though we some live n***as Don't get besides yourself, thinkin I'm with the loafin' I just came back from Howard I made a gift for the locals They hit em, flee em, delete em Hug em, love em, then leave em If you call me a genius, nobody would disagree it I'm spotted on different beaches, Cohiba smoking reefer I hope you hit me by 3, I'm incoherent by the evening Whats up sugah, I'm diggin yah, oh you ain't feelin young'n? Thats even better I'm not that into submissive woman I'll like to tell you I'm the type to get all woman I put that battery in backs ho small wonder Its been a long summer, and I've been on my grind We k**in shows out in london like I'm on my grind I think I'm Larry Hoover, I think I'm Big Meech I think you need the streets to succeed the industry But I'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route Quote un-quote backpack still bring them b**hes out I bet you burcham, you fry chicken n***a Church em Or Popeyes we don't keep no birds in the circle Stop lyin ya'll pretenders ya'll ain't really workin Ya winslower, than laura, though you n***as urkel Kin folk, I've been dope since super soakers No matter who gon' show up I make em move over All that talk about who better than Folarin Go and get that bread and they'll be penniless tommorrow Living out of a homeless sh** Broke and no one notices Ghetto whip you lisa like your Margerie and Homer's kid Ride the beat own the b**h Modify your quota b**h PG b**hes love me like I'm TCB band Polo b**h North Potomac love me like a motherf**in Jonases Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them