YSB Tril - WORKIN lyrics

[Intro] Yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah (Smoove made it) [Chorus] 'Bout mine, what a b*tch gon' say? No birthday, but she bring me that cake Hella shows, ni**a, sold-out dates Wanna see mama flex in a brand new Wraith I see lil' shawty be packin' it, tryna get back in it Big brown bag be the Birkin I try to lay off the hoes, they touchin' they toes To tempt a ni**a, it ain't workin' Go 'round the globe, your main ho wanna meet Drop a light bag on a Patek Phillipe Get real rich, build a house on the beach I can't pop no Xanny, gon' put me to sleep Burberry headband and Gucci the collar They can't even fu*k with me, why even bother? Knew I was a star back when I was a toddler Dream that I want it then I'm finna cop it [Verse 1] One thing bout me, yeah A ni**a just tryna get rich I be feelin' like a shooting star They see me, they all gonna wish (Yeah) Low-key, low-key Ya b*tch, she ain't really ya b*tch She done let the whole gang hit I'll be adding that b*tch to the list [Pre-Chorus] Hunnids on hunnids when it come to money I never be having a sad day Runnin', I'm runnin', the paper keep coming I had to go get it the fast way Woke up to a lil' bag today Know my ex-b*tch mad at me Hoppin' jets, I'm in L.A Won't trade this sh*t for anything [Chorus] 'Bout mine, what a b*tch gon' say? No birthday, but she bring me that cake Hella shows, ni**a, sold-out dates Wanna see mama flex in a brand new Wraith I see lil' shawty be packin' it, tryna get back in it Big brown bag be the Birkin I try to lay off the hoes, they touchin' they toes To tempt a ni**a, it ain't workin' Go 'round the globe, your main ho wanna meet Drop a light bag on a Patek Phillipe Get real rich, build a house on the beach I can't pop no Xanny, gon' put me to sleep Burberry headband and Gucci the collar They can't even fu*k with me, why even bother? Knew I was a star back when I was a toddler Dream that I want it then I'm finna cop it [Verse 2] Want me to put her in Rick Owens I hit the b*tch then she get goin' Ice on my neck, now this b*tch snowin' Just getting started, gon' keep growin' I gotta get it, keep running it up All the hoes scream my name when I hop off the bus Wink at ya ho and she startin' to blush Looked at your b*tch as she knew what it was [Pre-Chorus] Hunnids on hunnids when it come to money I never be having a sad day Runnin', I'm runnin', the paper keep coming I had to go get it the fast way Woke up to a lil' bag today Know my ex-b*tch mad at me Hoppin' jets, I'm in L.A Won't trade this sh*t for anything [Chorus] 'Bout mine, what a b*tch gon' say? No birthday, but she bring me that cake Hella shows, ni**a, sold-out dates Wanna see mama flex in a brand new Wraith I see lil' shawty be packin' it, tryna get back in it Big brown bag be the Birkin I try to lay off the hoes, they touchin' they toes To tempt a ni**a, it ain't workin' Go 'round the globe, your main ho wanna meet Drop a light bag on a Patek Phillipe Get real rich, build a house on the beach I can't pop no Xanny, gon' put me to sleep Burberry headband and Gucci the collar They can't even fu*k with me, why even bother? Knew I was a star back when I was a toddler Dream that I want it then I'm finna cop it