Lyrics Going To Work - P-LO

3 white hoes,
I"m a giant in my city like fee fi fo
Shoutout to the homies reppin 354
We dont even have to talk bitch I need my dough
Real talk you need to understand it
Getting money what the plan is
Young Thug catch me chillin where the fan is
Hit a bitch once dip off then I vanish
I be goin to work, I be goin to work, real talk x4
Young, rich, mothafucka, real talk
And Im mobbin still,
Movin heavy in the streets like I body build
On the grind, tryna see how that bugatti feel
They be talkin bout that money, but its not as real
Oooh they dont really want it
Nooothey dont really want it
Young Thug used to be up on the corner
Better leave your girl at home she a goner
Ugh, Im a mack tho, tell a stuck up bitch, throw it back tho
No booty so i hit it from the back tho
I be goin to work, I be goin to work, real talk x4
No they sitll cant stop me
Got a freaky puerto rican always call me papi
Bitch give me top and I like it sloppy
She fuckin with a thug cuz Im lightweight poppin
In the strip club eating chicken wings
You dont even know but she been a freak
Hit it seven times it aint been a week
Genuine how Im in them jeans
I dont even know why they hate for
Im a young thug by the bank roll
Young king how the rank go
They be talkin that they ballin but they aint (oh)
Me bein brock no way
Young motha fucka gettin dough, okay
Wont stop till I get it
On the grind tryna get gold chains and bitches (aye)
I be goin to work, I be goin to work, real talk x4
I be goin to work
I be goin to work
Real talk
I be goin to work
Lil bitch, lil hoe
Thought this a fuckin game
I do this for real(huh)