Ty Dollar $ign

Ty Dollar $ign - Work lyrics

rate me

feat. Casey Veggies, Twista & Nate Howard

She knew exactly who I was becoming

Reality of dreams, younger for memories of a still wonder

Of who I might be

And for her it’s hard to stomach what’s left behind and what’s to come in the same introduction of a king

Just know everything coming can only give birth to the principle that by any means

I produce wings like eagles

Soar in the highest clouds to let my conscience free

So I can feed ex girls like sea gulls with battered egos in out work

While these ambitions girl with the tip of my penis

To write stories, a young boy the genius

And I mean this, there’s never been a day off

Never been laid off, my own boss and my payoff is to get laid off

Get a break off just to rehire myself

For the take off

Beach House. The EP

These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it work

I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work

I give no fucks, I give no damn

I took my bitch straight from her man, from her man

That nigga ain’t had much money as I do

That nigga don’t know yo body like I do

Yo friends think I ain’t shit, I don’t like em either

Them hoes ain’t shit, they can’t keep no man either

Ain’t believing me then but you see me now

Said you’d never trust me again but you believe me now

And now somehow we supposed to fix ya, pposed to fix ya

[Chorus]

These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it work

These hoes all tryna come back and make it work, make it work

I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work

I tell these hoes come get this work, get this work

Baby girl she 100, my mind right, that’s real stuntin

She in the crowd tryna fly it for me

I fucked around and then went for it

I love that girl so much

I fucked around and paid the rent for her

Feel like I’m the right pimp for her

But we got enough, she ain’t gotta work

I give it to er, I got it first

She right here, I ain’t gotta search

We in a party…

We in a party, I’m amused by how you move yo body

Baby girl she more poppin in the 12 gauge Shawty

She got 4 shots, we goin up, I don’t need no molly

These hoes fuck with the squad, she ran through the whole posy

Girl I think about you when I’m in that hotel lobby

I’m coming home to you, yea I got work for yo body

[Chorus]

I’m gonna work on it

You gon get this work, girl

I’mma throw these bands

You gon make it clap with no hands

When her ass down, goddamn

You gon get this work girl

Oh oh oh

(You gon get this work girl)

I’mma throw these bands

You gon make it clap with no hands

When her ass down, damn

[Chorus]

I used to love these hoes

But now I love this money

I used to love these hoes

Hoes, I used to have a lot of kind

But when they realize that I gotta grind

I replaced the lies and the thighs and the hotter dimes

With the fuckin rhymes and the ties and the dolla signs

The symbol of the producers

I full want my mental producers

I’m leaving these haters clueless

When I spit because they missin what I get because I’m cold

Real niggas listen to the shit that I unfold

I cannot believe that whether they used to be lovin these hoes

Now that I be on my money, it’s funny the way that I govern these hoes

And I be runnin these hoes, doin whatever I wanna do with em

As long as I be on my paper, cus I’m gon let nothing in front of me after my currency flow

And if we getting the fetty so up

But I throw it away but the bitches don’t want

If they talk about me

Your position to fall will be nothing

I’m done wit yo frontin, just give me yo dollars, I don’t wanna holler

I don’t want yo woman, I want the Apollo

But see for the Benjamins I got my shotta

And Twista love dollars but I admit

I used to love these hoes

But now I love this money

I used to love these hoes

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