Lyrics

Hard workers get the last laugh Yeah, and you can't go get it by sitting on your ass You gotta be ready to get up and go People think the wrong way When you're working and won't play Calling my phone and I won't say Nothing when they be huffing and puffing But I know fucking off a day it just won't pay Not a damn thing, wanna be a damn king Might have to run and jump over the bumps And push 'til you pull a hamstring, for real That's 'cause I'm moving my feet You don't work, you don't eat So when I don't respond, I ain't sleep I been giving the day a lot of me and I'm in deep Concentration, contemplatin' compensation support and My obligations, my creations while I'm facing divorce And I'm making moves, constantly shaking fools I can't be late and lose, no working with faking dudes Moving quick and I'm jolly, it ain't because of molly I'm working to move ya body, then racing my bitch to Bali Catch me, I'm in the zone, I don't answer my phone Steady writing my songs, if you're next to me, I'm gone (gone) My head's rapping, always thinking of stacking While you slacking and yapping We trying to make something happen Nigga, we working We just push it Try'na make something Happen, happen, happen, happen Yeah we working We just push it Try'na make something Happen, happen, happen, happen We ain't working, she ain't twerking That's gonna mean the scene ain't jerking We the first to see the thirst and get sex 'Cause we see the purse, then reimburse them When they be squirting D and bursting Me in person, reinsertion, Tech's flesh So don't be calling like "where you been?" You don't know 'cause you not within' My circle of friends, a nigga working again I gotta get them ones, tens, yen Gotta get that almighty dollar for a gift that called by the father Better yet, wanna get a move on like alrighty mama Niggas be telling me I think you selling me Dreams embellishing when I say other things When I say yes, I'ma do what I say Betcha N9na got shit to do every day Don't got time to shoot the shit Cause I got a whole lot of love and loot to get Acting like you's a bitch on my phone I'ma do you like a vampire knocking the crucifix (La, la, la) I ain't try'na hear nothing, when I'm deep in work bussing My butt anybody calling me fussing, I'm ducking (La, la, la) If you ain't talking bout getting it This is what I'm gonna say if I pick up my phone and you hittin' it Nigga, we working We just push it Try'na make something Happen, happen, happen, happen Yeah we working We just push it Try'na make something Happen, happen, happen, happen You (you) Got (got) The (the) Nerve (nerve) To (to) Say (say) We (we) Stay (stay) Sleeping (sleeping) Slipping (slipping) Sipping (sipping, yeah you tripping) Everybody round me work a tour or something Just so they can afford something Like islands and buying much real estate Yeah yeah nigga I ain't got time for your nonsense Ever since mom went a little fond of me I got a few bill to make Yeah yeah nigga Please get up off of my line Leave, you ain't crossing my mind When I'm deep in these pages What I'm doing's Freaking outrageous with the Pinky and the Brain (Trying to take over the world) But you're clingy and you're lame (Crying like you take hoes over girls, man) They say I act like I'm too good Way up in the clouds but N9na started in the hood Leave me 'lone boy They be calling my phone like "what you doing?" Yo N9na we doing nothing Strange Slcket and K-Lean Cocina Nigga, we working We just push it Try'na make something Happen, happen, happen, happen Yeah we working We just push it Try'na make something Happen, happen, happen, happen
Writer(s): Aaron Yates, Michael Summers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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