ASAP Ferg - Work (Remix) lyrics
rate meFt. French Montana, Trinidad James, A$AP Rocky, ScHoolboy Q and Loaded Lux
Prod. by Fly Beats and Chinza
(Intro: A$AP Ferg)
I gotta close the window before I record
Cuz New York don't know how to be quiet
Stand up
(Verse: A$AP Ferg)
Coogi down to the socks like I'm Biggie poppa
Keep yo girl head in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho
Cuz ya know the Fergenstein gettin' plenty dough
She don't get nothing from a nigga though
All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
Kind of silly though, but I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt wit the penny loafs
No tint though, on my window
So ya see a nigga shinin' in the Benzo
Ballin'! Got me feeling like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt
Run up in the building, semi gon' squirt
That's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves
I ain't lyin', lay 'em on the curb
Ridin' on a killer who be comin' at Ferg! (Damn)
Girl ya twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr
Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt
French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth
Trinidad maniac wit a all gold hearse
Yeah, uh, put in work
Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp
So much work he'll smoke up the Earth
Polo Ground, A$AP World
(Verse 2: French Montana)
(Haaan!) That ain't Kanye
That's Montana, loose cannon
He shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy wit ten hommies on it
Her ass fat, ya could park ten Tahoes on it
When they mask up, coming fo' yo ice
When they bare-faced, they coming for yo life
Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak
I'm drinking lean, it help me sleep
Illuminati? I'm from the streets
Neva sold my body, we taking bodies
(Hook)
Put in work, put in work
Put in work, put 'em in the dirt
(Verse 3: Trinidad James)
Shout out that motherland, twelve years old wit guns in hand
They don't ask no questions, nigga, all they do is bang bang bang
They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang
I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya
I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm yo brother
I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner
Ya got a problem wit it, then, then, then, then that's yo problem
I fuck wit Asian niggas and I fuck wit Migos
I fuck wit Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole
I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but
That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal
I just now got my deal, but I been getting this money
No green card in this struggle, immigration give ya nothin' but work
(Put it in work)
(Verse 4: Schoolboy Q)
YAWK YAWK, YAWK YAWK
A lotta niggas died, sHould've been from Hoover Street
No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week
Pimping like I'm thirty three, move keys like I'm thirty six
Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushing weight
O-X-Y I'm in yo state, eating off yo dinner plate
My Heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape
Bitches throwing pussy back and forth, they on my dick
Passion dripping off her lip, she say she neva had a crip
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
All big titties lift yo shirt, show a player wHat you're wortH
Yeah, put in work, spray His ass in front tHe CHurcH
Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, 'That nigga turnt'
Pop my collar on my shirt, make tHese bitches go berserk
Shipping units, Captain Kirk, taking xannies popping percs
MigHt not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn yo backseat to a hearse
Back to the lab with mother EartH, had to give Young Ferg a verse
(Verse 5: A$AP Rocky)
A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide
Driving by, popping nines, Pakistan, Columbine
Out of line, pistols barking 'Arr, arr' ride or die
Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs
Ya want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets
The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots
My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant
Got a chick that worked at Magic
But I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average
See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's
Ya know what's up I'm throwing bucks, Loaded Lux, put in work
