Work In My Bag

Intro
Yohann what’s up man? My killing machine…
(It’s The Sniper kid) You sick for this one. (Laughs) high mind entertainment
Evolution studios baby… u get a high mind evolution (laughs)

Verse 1
I got the flavor of the hood; yo call me the hot sauce
My bag’s full of surprise but, I ain’t Santa Clause
See I stay dope boy fresher than anyone on the block
I move that work boy faster than any gun sending shots
Ey yo my backpacks full of meal my money my interest
I’m down black, for any deal for dollar I’m restless
I’m making major moves; still money getting and bawling
Supplying the whole hood I could sell rocks to the mountains
See it’s rather u get paid or get laid by misery
Homie I stay straight and get weight; get my salary
That’s why I walk whit it and keep my work in it
It got my back my business... They wonder if I sleep whit it
Laptop I pad PSP candies and condoms
Pen and pad books toothbrush it’s kinda like my home son
So I roll with my bag in the school of the streets
I got them homework ready to trade them for something to eat

Chorus
I got my work in my bag work, work in my bag,(Hustler) work in my bag work, work in my bag (Dope Boys) Work in my bag work, work in my bag (Hustler) I work work wa work and get my cash(Dope boys) X 2

Verse 2
Ok my mind's on my money and my money's on my mind
They say time is money so I work money whit my time
My seconds are dollars my minutes is business
My hustles are hour every day I work to get this
See its strong weeks of calculating and stacking chips
Hard months analyzing investing and taking risks
My years are enterprises, player like a brain I’m getting mind (mines)
And when it comes for vacation (BAWLIN) I’m flying high
I’m making it happen I’m bout my paper; success for me is mandatory
Keep my eyes on the business, minding my business, my bag is full homie
I got the block on lock I’m the locksmith I sell you keys
I’m the fly cat I got hood rats after my cheese
My brains the motor my mind’s the engine
So I let the wheels of my action spin on the road of fortune
And I’m getting it, and I ain’t getting tired
If my traffic fuck up man I'm just switching tires

Chorus x2

Verse 3
They say time is money, so pay attention
Be wise and observe, this game is full of the tension
Put your work in your bag see life is life a school
God’s the principal follow the principles don’t break the rules
And get your money right, if not player you wrong
If you ain't here for dough u better sit your ass home
And See my money longer than John, it ain't silver its platinum
And my work pops like grease no wonder my pockets getting fat son
Plus my bag Carry Cannons like Mariah and Nick
And Fiends can’t divorce whit my product; They’re like Pinket and Smith
And I’m physically fit lyrically sick my flows cold
I spit blizzard like I recorded in North Pole
I got that fire… damn sure I move my work
When my shit hit the block it makes more noise than a firework
Plus my bag clean man, I keep my hands out of dirt
My brain is the bag that be holding all the work

Chorus
I got my work in my bag work, work in my bag,(Hustler) work in my bag work, work in my bag (Dope Boys) Work in my bag work, work in my bag (Hustler) I work work wa work and get my cash
DOPEBOYS… HUSTLER… DOPEBOYS… HUSTLER… DOPEBOYS…