Songtexte Work - Peter $un
Work
(Uh)
I
get
up
and
get
to
work
(Yeah,
yeah)
I
break
a
bag,
bitch,
the
money
come
first
(What?)
I
need
a
milli'
'fore
they
put
me
in
a
hearse
(That's
right)
And
when
I'm
down
bad,
I
get
to
work
(Uh,
uh)
You
know
me,
I
get
to
work
(Yeah)
I
break
a
bag,
bitch,
the
money
come
first
(What?)
I
need
a
milli'
'fore
they
put
me
in
a
hearse
(Ain't
that
right?)
And
when
I'm
down
bad,
I
get
to
work
I
know
what
they
sayin',
I
know
why
they
mad
I
ain't
got
the
time
for
callin'
back,
drama,
or
the
flex
I'ma
take
the
Hummer
to
the
jet,
fly
her
to
the
Wеst
See
how
all
my
dreams
turned
into
movies,
quiеt
on
the
set
Homie's
girl
be
all
up
in
my
DM
tryna
get
the
sex,
no
way
I
love
me
too
much,
I
got
more
respect
Catch
me
off
the
Jose,
I
might
shoot
it,
nothin'
but
the
net
I
ain't
wanna
fuck,
I
only
came
here
just
to
get
the
neck
Papa
was
a
stone
G
nigga
and
a
player,
I
ain't
far
from
it
Homies
in
this
bitch,
if
you
hit
me,
you
know
we
all
comin'
Hit
that
smoke,
look
like
exhaust
She
gon'
tag
me
for
some
clout,
she
gon'
fuck
me
to
my
song
I
do
not
care
what
they
on,
ayy,
made
my
own
way
Told
that
bitch
do
like
Ja
Rule
say
and
put
it
on
me,
yeah,
yeah
Just
got
paid,
I
do
not
care
what
it
cost
I
get
up,
I
take
a
fall,
ain't
no
dental
when
I
floss
I
put
in
Work
(Uh)
I
get
up
and
get
to
work
(Yeah,
yeah)
I
break
a
bag,
bitch,
the
money
come
first
(What?)
I
need
a
milli'
'fore
they
put
me
in
a
hearse
(That's
right)
And
when
I'm
down
bad,
I
get
to
work
(Uh,
uh)
You
know
me,
I
get
to
work
(Yeah)
I
break
a
bag,
bitch,
the
money
come
first
(What?)
I
need
a
milli'
'fore
they
put
me
in
a
hearse
(Ain't
that
right?)
And
when
I'm
down
bad,
I
get
to
work
I
got
lil'
mama
all
on
me
(Oh
yeah)
Rubbin'
on
me,
she
can't
keep
her
hands
off
me
(Alright)
Both
in
the
club
drunk,
singin'
off
key
(Oh
yeah)
Wonder
which
one
of
y'all
comin'
with
me
tonight
Woo
Ayy,
bitch,
please,
Know
I
only
came
for
some
money
(Ain't
that
right?)
Big
dodie
in
my
pocket
that
poke
out
like
a
bunion
I'm
back
wit'
it,
we
deserve
it,
we
done
hustled
from
nothin'
She
wanna
bring
her
friends
too,
we
can
lap
up
the
bucket
It's
like
a,
uh,
all
bad,
throw
me
all
that,
I
mean
Wan'
thank
your
mama
for
creatin'
all
that,
I
mean
Ain't
let
a
nigga
through
the
front,
the
homies
strapped
with
me
Niggas
should
start
to
watch
the
tone
that
they
talk,
look
I'm
still
feelin'
myself
(Ayy),
painkillers
won't
help
(Ayy)
Lil'
mama,
put
that
pressure
on
me
(On
me)
Niggas
two
man,
top-shelf,
that
money
don't
help
I'ma
make
it
look
good,
you
know
I'ma
get
to
Work
(Uh)
I
get
up
and
get
to
work
(Yeah,
yeah)
I
break
a
bag,
bitch,
the
money
come
first
(What?)
I
need
a
milli'
'fore
they
put
me
in
a
hearse
(That's
right)
And
when
I'm
down
bad,
I
get
to
work
(Uh,
uh)
You
know
me,
I
get
to
work
(Yeah)
I
break
a
bag,
bitch,
the
money
come
first
(What?)
I
need
a
milli'
'fore
they
put
me
in
a
hearse
(Ain't
that
right?)
And
when
I'm
down
bad,
I
get
to—
Need
to
chill,
bro,
bro
I
snapped
on
these
bitch-ass
niggas
I'm
so
sick
and
tired
of
this
fuckin'
job,
bro
I'm
so
sick
and
tired
of
this
fuckin'
job,
bro,
I
swear
to
God
All
I
wanna
do
is
make
clothes,
make
music,
nigga
That's
it
Fuckin'
tired
of
this
shit,
bro
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