Makin It Work

[Intro]
(4DaysOnTheBeat)
Yeah, had to cut a couple hoes, yeah (Ayy, Manny, this joint crank, fool)

[Verse]
Had to cut a couple hoes, they be tryna take shots
Had to switch a couple flows, they be tryna take spots
Got a thirty and a forty and fifty in a sock
Got a thirty and a forty and a twenty band knot
I'ma go in hibernation, I ain't slidin' 'til it's hot
And he said he wanted sauce, I'ma give his ass Motts
I got shrimp fettuccine in the goddamn pot
And I feel like Ruth Chris, got a lamb in the chop'
Let me go smoke a J with Manny and Turk
I done went and got a mil', I'm makin' it work
He spent his last fifteen, that's not his first
I just got a ten-piece with sauce and jerk'
She want a Telfar bag, she bought that purse
Let me hit a stepback, I feel like Durk
I done got a couple mil', I'm makin' it work
I done got a couple mil', I'm makin' it work
Go and spot up in the corner, Luc Richard
I just got a touchdown, a hundred yards
He don't even wanna mow, he stomp the yard
I don't ever wanna lack, I pay with card
You need to go and pay rent this month
You need to go and get a check this month
You need to go ahead and flex this month
And take a look at how my necklace stunt
And he just went ahead and tried to dunk
Now I feel like he just tore his achilles
I'ma pull up on a dirt bike poppin' a wheelie
Caught a play up in the field like I'm Jone [?]
When I take a hit of Gusher I got no feelings
Let me go and meet the plug on the shoreline
He said he'll have it back for me in no time
How you think you 'boutta blow with no shine?
I'ma go and punch and then smoke in my downtime
Heard a lot of talkin', it was comin' through the grapevine
Brodie with the unit, he be stayin' with the canines
I just think I went and saw a wire on his waistline
I think I went and saw a walkie-talkie in his pocket
He thinkin' that he better, well you gonna have to top it
Had to cut a couple hoes, they be tryna take shots
Had to cut a couple hoes, they be tryna take knots
Had to cut a couple hoes, they be tryna hit spots
And they thought I had a writer but I punch off top
I be makin' money straight off a laptop
We 'boutta do a twenty-one up on the blacktop
And my buddy puttin' gas in the Trackhawk
I just hit her for a minute, made her leg lock
Bitch, you in the ten spot
They wanna know how I do it, I need a TED Talk
They wanna know what I'm wearing, look in the deadstock
I had to pull up a pairin' just like a headshot