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mook tbg - work lyrics

[intro]
uh (grrt, bang, bang, bang)
n+gga
(ayy, losaddos made this)
let’s go, uh, let’s go

[chorus]
had to put in work, past the preaching at the church
they just put him on the shirt, mama’s cryin’, it’s the first
knock keep tellin’ me just work (work, work, work, work)
i can tell lil’ bro still hurt, so i just work, work, work
police gettin’ on my nerve, that’s that gas, gas, gas
go two hundred, so i swerve, they gon’ treat a n+gga bad
if he not talkin’ ’bout no— (woah), we keep cash, cash, cash (woah)
n+ggas mad, mad, mad, that’s my bad, bad, bad (that’s work, that’s work)

[verse 1]
i’m like one in a million, maybe try makin’ a clone of me
pray at the night, i cry in the dark
look at them n+ggas tryna be like me, look at them n+ggas tryna sound like me
i was just countin’ this cash and chillin’
these n+ggas my children, i google a million
do it myself i get it, i get it
been ’bout a hundred or more, some sh+t that i got in my closet i don’t even wear
ain’t tryna kick it with n+ggas, i swear
bro switched up, my deepest fear
bro ‘nem died in hurdy chair
loaded with guns, i cry in a benz
wishin’ that all of my dogs was here, hate when i get in that feelin’ again
married to money, the money convinced me
i love the hundreds and fifties
i thank god we came so far
she tryna hop in my car, she know i’m a star
i get whatever she want
how would it be if i never got up?
got to the money and doubled it up
i pray the dogs don’t never give up
[chorus]
had to put in work, past the preaching at the church
they just put him on the shirt, mama’s cryin’, it’s the first
knock keep tellin’ me just work (work, work, work, work)
i can tell lil’ bro still hurt, so i just work, work, work
police gettin’ on my nerve, that’s that gas, gas, gas
go two hundred, so i swerve, they gon’ treat a n+gga bad
if he not talkin’ ’bout no— (woah), we keep cash, cash, cash (woah)
n+ggas mad, mad, mad, that’s my bad, bad, bad (that’s work, that’s work)

[verse 2]
yeah, when i was a youngin’, mama beat me with the belt
i got rich all by myself, i thank god for strength and health
spend this whole check on my belt, i had to focus on myself
i like trophies on my shelf, this a trophy on my wrist
couple trophies round my neck
i been thinkin’ ’bout tradin’ in and put in some diamonds on patek
she says money make her wet and i been gettin’ it ever since
she do head, i pay her rent, so i just pull up where she stay
feed her pipe, then gotta escape
she hate when i pull up late, like an artist, paint her face
he just broke, that’s why he hate
stayed up late ’til i got paid
can’t forget to say my grace, gut, my cousin beat that case
he got caught with drugs and drac’s, used to rob, he love to take
[chorus]
so i had to put in work, past the preaching at the church
they just put him on the shirt, mama’s cryin’, it’s the first
knock keep tellin’ me just work (work, work, work, work)
i can tell lil’ bro still hurt, so i just work, work, work
police gettin’ on my nerve, that’s that gas, gas, gas
go two hundred, so i swerve, they gon’ treat a n+gga bad
if he not talkin’ ’bout no— (woah), we keep cash, cash, cash (woah)
n+ggas mad, mad, mad, that’s my bad, bad, bad (that’s work, that’s work)

[outro]
uh, uh+uh+uh
that’s my—, uh, uh+uh+uh
that’s my—, uh, uh, n+gga
ha

- mook tbg lyrics

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