@Work

[Chorus: Boonie Mayfield]
Ugh
Bitch, I work at Walmart
Pull your card, no Hallmark
This is what you call artistic shit
Missed it if it went over your head
Because I knocked it out your ballpark
Put this into y'all cart
Cop it
'Cause I get work
'Cause I get work
'Cause I get work
'Cause I get work

[Verse 1: Giane Morris Vaughn]
Ugh
Bitch, I work at Burger King
Got doe but not ordering
Busy on my telephone
Y'all can't get that hoe to ring
Keep y'all on that other line
Ain't got time I'm on my grind
So tell them haters to get up off it
'Cause I get work, work, work
'Cause I get work, work, work
'Cause I get work, work, work
'Cause I get work, work, work

[Chorus: Boonie Mayfield]
Bitch, I work at Walmart
Pull your card, no hallmark
This is what you call artistic shit, missed it
If it went over your head because I knocked it out your ballpark
Put this into y'all cart, cop it
'Cause I get work, work, work
'Cause I get work, work, work
'Cause I get work, work, work
'Cause I get work, work
I work everywhere bitch

[Verse 2: Jesse Saturn]
Bitch, I ain't even got a job
And I ain't got no food either
This corn on the cob ain't shit
Like these stripper hoes is just known teasers
But I eat it anyway
She satisfy my thirst and make my hunger go away
Still gettin off 'cause I get work, work, work
'Cause I get work, work, work
'Cause I get work, work, work
'Cause I get work, work, work

[Verse 3: iStayJammin]
Ugh
I work at Noodles doe, bitch
Make the pesto perfecto
Let's go to the studio, bitch
For real doe, I hate my job
Got me gassed up, Texaco
So I hopped a bus to the Alamo
And I’ma come back strapped with a calico
And get this work, work, work doe
Get this work, work, work doe
Come get this work, work, work doe
Let's get this work, work, work, work doe

[Chorus: iStayJammin & Boonie Mayfield]
Bitch, I work at Walmart
Pull your card no hallmark
This is what you call artistic shit, missed it
If it went over your head because I knocked it out your ballpark
Put this into y'all cart, cop it
'Cause I get work, work, work
'Cause I get work, work, work
'Cause I get work, work, work
'Cause I get work, work
I work everywhere bitch

[4th Verse: Jordan Craft]
Now Solomon, you better throw me on this shit
Ugh
Bitch, don't quit your day job
To get here, y'all are ways off
All my niggas we get promoted
And y'all niggas get laid off
We grind hard, no days off
We shine bright, we all-stars
You going HAM up in the club?
You niggas ain't no ball hogs
My name is Mr. Bill Collector
Dodging all of my phone calls
It says your number's disconnected
You delete me out your phone logs?
You can pay me every dollar and the interest charged
Now I think you owe something
And I'm talking more than 50 Large
I'm clever, I'm really clever
Over your head, I have feathers
As fly as ever, I hath no effort
Bitches thirsty like desert level expert under pressure
Rap niggas are so corny and I don't like your texture
Now they want on my dick, got enough that you can measure
You gon' feel it when I cum, mind fucks its been a pleasure
Give two fucks, it gets better
When it rains, bring umbrellas, bitch
I get this work no matter what the weather is

[Outro: Jordan Craft, Boonie Mayfield & Giane Morris Vaughn]
Bitch!