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732cash - work lyrics

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(hook)

i can’t go to sleep i go to work
b-tch i’m in the studio
gotta make this sh-t work
freaky hoe she pullin’ up her skirt
when i’m pullin’ off the lot yea you know i (skirt skirt,skirt)
on the block gotta make it work
thinking sh-t sweet boy you bound to get hurt
pay me in advance for my worth
got it out the dirt watch me make this sh-t work

(verse1)

i can’t lose a dollar tryna make sense
boy you too broke can’t even pay the rent
they wanna make amends
but i’m making bands, b-tch i feel like puff
how i’m making these bands
rocking louie lenses cash so independent
bad yellow b-tch i’m tryna take her spirit
n-gg-s on the gram gas all pretenders
i ain’t scared to die dog i’m god fearing
he was off the gas now he’s on a poster
b-tch i’m in the garden wit a king cobra
heard they was moving wit the rats & the roaches
i could show you how to move in a room full of vultures
keep that toaster, if a n-gg- creep up on ya use ya thrower
yea smoking big gas barely sober
tryna skirttt off in that new tesla roadster …. ain’t fold up

(hook)

i can’t go to sleep i go to work
b-tch i’m in the studio
gotta make this sh-t work
freaky hoe she pullin’ up her skirt
when i’m pullin’ off the lot yea you know i (skirt skirt,skirt)
on the block gotta make it work
thinking sh-t sweet boy you bound to get hurt
pay me in advance for my worth
got it out the dirt watch me make this sh-t work

(verse2)

yea, yea, watch me make that sh-t work
yea, yea, watch me make that sh-t work
yea, yea, watch me make that sh-t work (watch it work yea)
cash got rack yea

ok kept my nose clean got it straight the mud
when you hear my name all you thinking is floods
n-gg-s know we heavy every time we pop up
& yo b-tch for everybody you in love wit a dub
rather play the block before i’m playing the club
if it ain’t about no money i can’t hang wit you scrubs
internet gangsta keep on using ya thumbs
& i’m smoking on that gushers this sh-t puncture my lungs
know these hoes for everybody they be f-cking for funds
think that p-ssy all for me she prolly thinking i’m dumb
ain’t no love in my heart swear this b-tch so numb
it’s conceited records baby i can’t f-ck wit no one



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