Baby girl I'm working, let me know I'm worth it
Baby girl I'm working, ain't nobody perfect
Who you gonna call when them times get rough
Who you used to call when they wouldn't pick up
I'ma get this money, gotta chase the bag
Ima get it forever
Took my lunch in the grass sit thinking
Came a long way from boy snacking in the Lincoln
In the deep end, trying to keep from sinking
Man I'm decent, I'm just calling no reason
Can't only hit you when convenient
I got the gym this evening
Prep for the feeding, tired half leaning
Hustle for my zenith
Long as we eating, I don't Kel like Kennan
I'm the champ like Serena, out here swinging
Homerun grand slam
Get these digits and split it like Van Damn
Bandcamp to online, multi and franchise
We branch ours, all off of manpower
It's our hour
Dripping like a cold shower
Leave them so sour
Who cares, f*ck rap-I'm bout to run to be the new mayor
Why not? I'm on the block nonstop
Tick tock, time is money y'all
Baby girl I'm working, let me know I'm worth it
Baby girl I'm working, ain't nobody perfect
Who you gonna call when them times get rough
Who you used to call when they wouldn't pick up
I'ma get this money, gotta chase the bag
Ima get it forever
Tried to see the future, but the past kept staring
I was young not caring, disappearing for the errand
All we knew was Honda's, yet we push them like Maclearens
With Terrance we would gamble
Mileage it to our anthems
Jawns temper tamper for that product they would answer
Now I shine, long way from that camper that we cramped in
World on my shoulder, I hold it like Samson
Friends like my own dad, they all need a Grand son
Get a little money they compare it to my last run
Ain't mad that's the love and the passion
Passed them, bout that action
All you had to do was do it, you still lacking
My nigga we stacking
All I did was get it, fit it
Young boy in the city living
Livid when my check ain't clearing
Earrings looking crystal clear
Money coming, more ideas
Can I kill it? Know I will
Steering wheel, whip appeal
Whole time, need a meal
Gotta eat. Never sleep, war ain'
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Baby girl I'm working, let me know I'm worth it
Baby girl I'm working, ain't nobody perfect
Who you gonna call when them times get rough
Who you used to call when they wouldn't pick up
I'ma get this money, gotta chase the bag
Ima get it forever
Took my lunch in the grass sit thinking
Came a long way from boy snacking in the Lincoln
In the deep end, trying to keep from sinking
Man I'm decent, I'm just calling no reason
Can't only hit you when convenient
I got the gym this evening
Prep for the feeding, tired half leaning
Hustle for my zenith
Long as we eating, I don't Kel like Kennan
I'm the champ like Serena, out here swinging
Homerun grand slam
Get these digits and split it like Van Damn
Bandcamp to online, multi and franchise
We branch ours, all off of manpower
It's our hour
Dripping like a cold shower
Leave them so sour
Who cares, f*ck rap-I'm bout to run to be the new mayor
Why not? I'm on the block nonstop
Tick tock, time is money y'all
Baby girl I'm working, let me know I'm worth it
Baby girl I'm working, ain't nobody perfect
Who you gonna call when them times get rough
Who you used to call when they wouldn't pick up
I'ma get this money, gotta chase the bag
Ima get it forever
Tried to see the future, but the past kept staring
I was young not caring, disappearing for the errand
All we knew was Honda's, yet we push them like Maclearens
With Terrance we would gamble
Mileage it to our anthems
Jawns temper tamper for that product they would answer
Now I shine, long way from that camper that we cramped in
World on my shoulder, I hold it like Samson
Friends like my own dad, they all need a Grand son
Get a little money they compare it to my last run
Ain't mad that's the love and the passion
Passed them, bout that action
All you had to do was do it, you still lacking
My nigga we stacking
All I did was get it, fit it
Young boy in the city living
Livid when my check ain't clearing
Earrings looking crystal clear
Money coming, more ideas
Can I kill it? Know I will
Steering wheel, whip appeal
Whole time, need a meal
Gotta eat. Never sleep, war ain'
Baby girl I'm working, ain't nobody perfect
Who you gonna call when them times get rough
Who you used to call when they wouldn't pick up
I'ma get this money, gotta chase the bag
Ima get it forever
Took my lunch in the grass sit thinking
Came a long way from boy snacking in the Lincoln
In the deep end, trying to keep from sinking
Man I'm decent, I'm just calling no reason
Can't only hit you when convenient
I got the gym this evening
Prep for the feeding, tired half leaning
Hustle for my zenith
Long as we eating, I don't Kel like Kennan
I'm the champ like Serena, out here swinging
Homerun grand slam
Get these digits and split it like Van Damn
Bandcamp to online, multi and franchise
We branch ours, all off of manpower
It's our hour
Dripping like a cold shower
Leave them so sour
Who cares, f*ck rap-I'm bout to run to be the new mayor
Why not? I'm on the block nonstop
Tick tock, time is money y'all
Baby girl I'm working, let me know I'm worth it
Baby girl I'm working, ain't nobody perfect
Who you gonna call when them times get rough
Who you used to call when they wouldn't pick up
I'ma get this money, gotta chase the bag
Ima get it forever
Tried to see the future, but the past kept staring
I was young not caring, disappearing for the errand
All we knew was Honda's, yet we push them like Maclearens
With Terrance we would gamble
Mileage it to our anthems
Jawns temper tamper for that product they would answer
Now I shine, long way from that camper that we cramped in
World on my shoulder, I hold it like Samson
Friends like my own dad, they all need a Grand son
Get a little money they compare it to my last run
Ain't mad that's the love and the passion
Passed them, bout that action
All you had to do was do it, you still lacking
My nigga we stacking
All I did was get it, fit it
Young boy in the city living
Livid when my check ain't clearing
Earrings looking crystal clear
Money coming, more ideas
Can I kill it? Know I will
Steering wheel, whip appeal
Whole time, need a meal
Gotta eat. Never sleep, war ain'
Writer: Kendrick Johnson
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