p-lo - going to work lyrics
[intro]
3 white hoes, i’m a giant in my city like fee fi fo
shout out to the homies repping 3,5,4
we dont even need to talk b-tch i need my dough (ugh)
real talk you need to understand it
getting money what the plan is
young thug catch me chilling where the fan is
hit a b-tch once dip off then i vanish (ugh)
[hook]
i be going to work (going to work)
i be going to work (going to work)
real talk (real talk)
i be going to work (going to work)
i be going to work (going to work)
real talk (real talk)
i be going to work (going to work)
i be going to work (going to work)
real talk (real talk)
i be going to work (going to work)
i be going to work (going to work)
real talk (real talk)
(young, rich, motha f-cka)
real talk!
[verse 1]
and im mobbin still, moving heavy in the streets like i body build
on the grind, trying to see how that bugatti feel
they be talking bout that money, but its not as real
oooh they dont really want it
nooo they dont really want it
young thug used to be up on the corner
better leave your girl at home she a goner
ugh, i’m a mack tho, tell a stuck up b-tch, throw it back tho
no booty so i hit it from the back tho
make it bigger you already know how that go (ugh)
and i’m still ridin, motha f-ckas always hate i don’t co sign em
young rich motha f-cka keep that dough pilin
got your girl on my tip with no t-tle (ugh)
[hook]
i be going to work (going to work)
i be going to work (going to work)
real talk (real talk)
i be going to work (going to work)
i be going to work (going to work)
real talk (real talk)
i be going to work (going to work)
i be going to work (going to work)
real talk (real talk)
i be going to work (going to work)
i be going to work (going to work)
real talk (real talk)
[verse 2]
no they still can’t stop me
got a freaky puerto rican always call me papi
b-tch give me top and i like it sloppy
she f-cking with a thug cuz im lightweight poppin (ugh)
in the strip club eating chicken wings
you dont even know but she been a freak
hit it seven times it ain’t been a week
genuine how i’m in them jeans
i dont even know why they hate for
im a young thug by the bank roll
young king how the rank go
they be talking that they balling but they ain’t (oh)
me being broke no way
young motha f-cka getting dough okay
won’t stop till i get it
on the grind tryna get gold chains and the b-tches (aye)
[hook]
i be going to work (going to work)
i be going to work (going to work)
real talk (real talk)
i be going to work (going to work)
i be going to work (going to work)
real talk (real talk)
i be going to work (going to work)
i be going to work (going to work)
real talk (real talk)
i be going to work (going to work)
i be going to work (going to work)
real talk (real talk)
[outro]
i be going to work
i be going to work
real talk
i be going to work (aye)
lil b-tch, lil ho
thought this a f-ckin game
i do this for real (huh)
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