Tyrone Briggs - God's Work Lyrics

Woah
Woah
Woah

Tired of living broke so before I sleep I prayed
Then I woke up to more money in the bank
Then I woke up to a chicc that ain't complain
Real big goals and my homies want the same
Gangster's move in silence
We been out shutting up the doubters
Fly guys out of public housing
Base loaded batting at a thousand
All them blessings I been counting
God's work, man this is God's work
Every single plan it been God's work
Don't hate what I am this is God's work
Take it up with the man boy, it's God's work
God's work, man this is God's work
Every single plan it been God's work
Don't hate what I am this is God's work
Take it up with the man this hold up

Blessed up, they can't doubt it
Check the new chick I be out with
Check the new kicks and the outfit
Shit, I can probably quit rap and be a stylist
All my niggas fly
More flavor than Ben & Jerry
All this ice and this cream I get in flurries
Give dudes a shot they think they Stephen Curry
But ain't got the heart to stay in the game they Eddy Curry
I just got a check
Already got gold on my neck
So I'm a take that dough and invest
In my kids, to me that's a bigger flex
Yes

Tired of living broke so before I sleep I prayed
Then I woke up to more money in the bank
Then I woke up to a chicc that ain't complain
Real big goals and my homies want the same
Gangster's move in silence
We been out shutting up the doubters
Fly guys out of public housing
Base loaded batting at a thousand
All them blessings I been counting
God's work, man this is God's work
Every single plan it been God's work
Don't hate what I am this is God's work
Take it up with the man boy, it's God's work
God's work, man this is God's work
Every single plan it been God's work
Don't hate what I am this is God's work
Take it up with the man this hold up

I'm in a new bag, my new swag
New flows I produce what these dudes lack
They nowhere close
They nowhere close nigga
In the bank I ball like a sonic
My favorite two words, withdraw and deposit
Fresh to death boy, my outfit's a eulogy
Money talks, I communicate fluently
Set the trend on what's cool, nigga usually
I be taking all of them to school, this is truency
Hater's got no win in me clasa
I go noodles with the sauce, penne vodka
Comfy in NY, that's mi casa
S.I. we maneuver like them mobsters

Gangster's move in silence
We been out shutting up the doubters
Fly guys out of public housing
Base loaded batting at a thousand
All them blessings I been counting
God's work, man this is God's work
Every single plan it been God's work
Don't hate what I am this is God's work
Take it up with the man boy, it's God's work