Slight Work Gotta work (slight work) D-Town to the DMV Diplo wassup, got your girl going crazy Drunk white bitches (work it, work it, work it, oh)
I can do it all and it, ain't no problem Ain't nobody harder than a nigga Folarin Bitch I go hard, I'm ballin', I'm globe trotting And my flow art my nigga, I'm Mozart with it
It's all good, I do this I turn a straight prude bitch into a nudist Foolish, I be on that new shit And I'm blowing up like bitches, we went to school with
Ain't nobody checking for your garbage Lot of intuition, I ain't even finish college Never hit the mall and forever get it all Any broad better layer like I'm dressing for the fall, nigga
And I'm all that, hit the passenger door Shawty was Pinkberry sweet and I ain't lactose I ain't tryin' to brag tho', I'm just know, I'm that dope Kick game Bo Jacks, my Bo Jacks Tai Bo
Ha, ha and it ain't no problem, you race to these broads I relay 'em, baton 'em, bitches in here, one thou But when you step out why the bitches run out Double MG shit, I put the set down Rick James back, bad bitches on the couch
Ah, wordplay, Olubowale my first name I think I'm Koko B. Ware, you just a bird babe I got a pair of J's, I roll a pair of J's We up in diamond supply, spending that carrot cake Let it marinate, you forever late A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state
(Work it, work it) Slight work, it's light work (work it, work it) The wrong drink, the right work Slight work, light work (work it, work it)
The wrong drink, the right work Work, work, work, work Work, work, work, work Work, work, work, work Work, work, work
Bitch, you ain't a boss 'til you cut a pay check Only thing between me and your bitch is latex
Man and I ain't into saving these hoes My nigga tell me where you see a cape at
B, i, b, i, bitch, B i g The two things I don't need are you and my ID Imma need a yellow cab and a yellow bad bitch Green faces but a nigga dodging yellow badges, woop 'Cause I'm drunk, yeah okay
Under 25 living the fucking life White America said, 'I'll be doing 25 to life' And just for that, Imma blow 25 tonight You make 25 a year, I make 25 a night, whoa
Blocka-blocka-blocka Bitch get hit with my Ciroc Vodka choppa (go) Takin' body shots, blocka-blocka-blocka Probably in your girl's dreams, probably in your daughter's locker
Top floor like I'm out tanning And they stole your whole delivery, now that's outlandish I guess like good delivery, man, I'm outstanding Car tinted, I'm in it 'til like I'm out camping, goddammit
I'm one hell of a guy Looking down on a cloud, that's a hell of a high Bitch, I gets ghost, the way she screaming 'Big' Niggas couldn't tell if I was dead or alive
(Work it, work it) Slight work, it's light work (work it, work it) The wrong drink, the right work Slight work, light work (work it, work it)
The wrong drink, the right work Work, work, work, work Work, work, work, work Work, work, work, work Work, work, work
You already know, Finally Famous in this D-Town to the DMV Probably got your girl going crazy, crazy, boi, boi, boi
From the D-Town to the DMV I got all these bad bitches tryin' to get on me From the D-Town to the DMV I got all these bad bitches tryin' to get on me We need to see ID