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Work Hard Video (MV)




Performed By: 7 GRANDY
Language: English
Length: 3:19
Written by: Lewis Parker




7 GRANDY - Work Hard Lyrics
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We get the cash today (Yah!), we get the bag (It's lit!)
I'm poppin' the Xans today (Pop it!), then I hop in the Lamb (Skrrt, skrrt)
These bitches just wanna play (Yah, yah!), and flex on the 'Gram (Alright!)
Yeah, I got bills to pay (Straight up!), but she just want tan (Ooh-ooh)
I work hard for this, I work hard
I'm gon' ball for this, I'm gon' ball
All of my diamonds like piss, with the squad
Ice up on my wrist, oh my God
Oh my God we work hard, we don't f*ck with the cops (Nah!)
We don't f*ck with the lames, give a f*ck what you bought, yeah (Ooh-ooh)
Ice up on my neck and wrist, look like Five Guys 'cause I flip (Alright!)
I'ma pull up on your bitch (Woo, woo), I'ma pull up in a whip, yeah (Woo, skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up in forgein Bentleys (Skrrt)
I gotta bitch and she with me (Bad)
Whippin' the dope like Whitney (Whip it)
She goin' crazy, Britney (I did it again)
She doin' crazy fitness (Woo)
Everybody on her hitlist (Pow)
Please don't f*ck with me and miss it (Let's go)
This your warning, hope you listen (Warning)
I'm too nice but lil bitch wanna fight, yeah (Uh!)
She go fast, bitch be cummin' like she Lightyear (She cum fast!)
Don't go with her 'cause she'll be your next nightmare (Nightmare)
She's too bad, she's not even with the Christ, yeah (Yeah)
She's so fine though, when she shake that ass though
She just wanna f*ck me 'cause I'm the white Huncho (Quavo)
Diamonds on my neck and wrist be drippin' like a poncho (Ice, ice)
Bitch I'm 'bout to take off like a homerun and a long throw (Take off)
Pull up on money, we pull up on bands (Racks)
All of my money come straight through my hands (Racks)
Pop all the Perkies and pop all the Xans (Ayy)
She postin' me on her Instagram (Flash)
Feelin' like Migos, invented the Dab (Dab)
F*ck up a check then I f*ck up a bag (Bag)
All of these haters get hit with a mag (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
I'm pullin' up on a bitch in the Lamb (Skrrt)
Yeah, lil biddy bitch where you came from?
Hop in the rocket and take off
I wanna take all your clothes off, yeah
Yeah, lil biddy bitch where you came from?
All of my work done paid off
Now I'ma f*ck your face off
I got bags, bitches wanna smash
Bitches wanting everything I never had
Now I go hard in this bitch
Now I go hard in this bitch
We get the cash today (Yah!), we get the bag (It's lit!)
I'm poppin' the Xans today (Pop it!), then I hop in the Lamb (Skrrt, skrrt)
These bitches just wanna play (Yah, yah!), and flex on the 'Gram (Alright!)
Yeah, I got bills to pay (Straight up!), but she just want tan (Ooh-ooh)
I work hard for this, I work hard
I'm gon' ball for this, I'm gon' ball
All of my diamonds like piss, with the squad
Ice up on my wrist, oh my God
Oh my God we work hard, we don't f*ck with the cops (Nah!)
We don't f*ck with the lames, give a f*ck what you bought, yeah (Ooh-ooh)
Ice up on my neck and wrist, look like Five Guys 'cause I flip (Alright!)
I'ma pull up on your bitch, I'ma pull up in a whip, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
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We get the cash today (Yah!), we get the bag (It's lit!)
I'm poppin' the Xans today (Pop it!), then I hop in the Lamb (Skrrt, skrrt)
These bitches just wanna play (Yah, yah!), and flex on the 'Gram (Alright!)
Yeah, I got bills to pay (Straight up!), but she just want tan (Ooh-ooh)
I work hard for this, I work hard
I'm gon' ball for this, I'm gon' ball
All of my diamonds like piss, with the squad
Ice up on my wrist, oh my God
Oh my God we work hard, we don't f*ck with the cops (Nah!)
We don't f*ck with the lames, give a f*ck what you bought, yeah (Ooh-ooh)
Ice up on my neck and wrist, look like Five Guys 'cause I flip (Alright!)
I'ma pull up on your bitch (Woo, woo), I'ma pull up in a whip, yeah (Woo, skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up in forgein Bentleys (Skrrt)
I gotta bitch and she with me (Bad)
Whippin' the dope like Whitney (Whip it)
She goin' crazy, Britney (I did it again)
She doin' crazy fitness (Woo)
Everybody on her hitlist (Pow)
Please don't f*ck with me and miss it (Let's go)
This your warning, hope you listen (Warning)
I'm too nice but lil bitch wanna fight, yeah (Uh!)
She go fast, bitch be cummin' like she Lightyear (She cum fast!)
Don't go with her 'cause she'll be your next nightmare (Nightmare)
She's too bad, she's not even with the Christ, yeah (Yeah)
She's so fine though, when she shake that ass though
She just wanna f*ck me 'cause I'm the white Huncho (Quavo)
Diamonds on my neck and wrist be drippin' like a poncho (Ice, ice)
Bitch I'm 'bout to take off like a homerun and a long throw (Take off)
Pull up on money, we pull up on bands (Racks)
All of my money come straight through my hands (Racks)
Pop all the Perkies and pop all the Xans (Ayy)
She postin' me on her Instagram (Flash)
Feelin' like Migos, invented the Dab (Dab)
F*ck up a check then I f*ck up a bag (Bag)
All of these haters get hit with a mag (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
I'm pullin' up on a bitch in the Lamb (Skrrt)
Yeah, lil biddy bitch where you came from?
Hop in the rocket and take off
I wanna take all your clothes off, yeah
Yeah, lil biddy bitch where you came from?
All of my work done paid off
Now I'ma f*ck your face off
I got bags, bitches wanna smash
Bitches wanting everything I never had
Now I go hard in this bitch
Now I go hard in this bitch
We get the cash today (Yah!), we get the bag (It's lit!)
I'm poppin' the Xans today (Pop it!), then I hop in the Lamb (Skrrt, skrrt)
These bitches just wanna play (Yah, yah!), and flex on the 'Gram (Alright!)
Yeah, I got bills to pay (Straight up!), but she just want tan (Ooh-ooh)
I work hard for this, I work hard
I'm gon' ball for this, I'm gon' ball
All of my diamonds like piss, with the squad
Ice up on my wrist, oh my God
Oh my God we work hard, we don't f*ck with the cops (Nah!)
We don't f*ck with the lames, give a f*ck what you bought, yeah (Ooh-ooh)
Ice up on my neck and wrist, look like Five Guys 'cause I flip (Alright!)
I'ma pull up on your bitch, I'ma pull up in a whip, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
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Writer: Lewis Parker
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