Lyrics Work 4 It (Remix) - C-Kan , Stylo

Yeah, Steelo
MT Ryders
They ain't ready
Look

Loud music, but my weed louder
Keep it raw like my white powder
Ge-Geeked up, pull an all-nighter
Beat your ass like it's Street Fighter
Getting gas or waiting for the wire
You talk too much, you a damn liar
Work for it, gotta work for it
Oh, you ain't know? Boy, I got fire
Seven days in the week, ayy
Seven days, I'ma eat, ayy
I ain't talking no Top Ramen
More like big steaks for my peeps, ayy
Put in work for this shit, ayy
Loyal, never jump ship, ayy
Solid once, don't flip, ayy
Master Trax in this bitch, ayy

Big bills, gotta work for it
Lil' homie, gotta work for it
Every day, gotta work for it
Coming up, gotta work for it
Want the fame? Gotta work for it
Want the name? Gotta work for it
Tryna ball? Gotta work for it
Want it all? Gotta work for it

Big boy, know I'm big all over
Stay spittin' raw with the baking soda
Tra-Trap Migo, know I'm takin' over
We can trade bars, better have a clover
You ain't that lucky, better read a book
You a lil' shook 'cause I hang with crooks
Yeah, I see the looks, wish a hater would
Think I was a rook, might just get the hook
Know a few cooks with no spot
Stay whippin' in the big pot
Used to hide rocks in my Reeboks
Come out on top with a
Selling game for the low (For the low)
Got that fire tree when I roll (Roll)
Got me feelin' like I'm in blow
Got my foreign shorty, she go, ayy

Big bills, gotta work for it
Lil' homie, gotta work for it
Every day, gotta work for it
Coming up, gotta work for it
Want the fame? Gotta work for it
Want the name? Gotta work for it
Tryna ball? Gotta work for it
Want it all? Gotta work for it

En la vida no pesas si no te respalda el respeto y poder (Yes)
Viejos tiempos cargando los cuajos y chota corre y entré
Droga, dinero, finanzas del barrio y brindes, ¿qué iba hacer? (Sí)
Todo por llevar una vida llena de lujo y placer y es que es
Mucha comodidad (Ah)
Drogas y billetes por cantidad (¿Más?)
Vamos enviciando a la humanidad (Y)
Tenemos comprada la autoridad (Ajá)
Ahora que suenan mis rolas
No falta moneda pa'l gasto (Nah, nah)
Master Trax y La Rifa
Grábate bien ese dato (Yeah)

Big bills, gotta work for it
Lil' homie, gotta work for it
Every day, gotta work for it
Coming up, gotta work for it
Want the fame? Gotta work for it
Want the name? Gotta work for it
Tryna ball? Gotta work for it
Want it all? Gotta work for it

En México se echa por kilos
Dividen en cuartos, que son doce latas
Antes era por la Luger
Hoy por mi hip-hop las manos levantan (Yeah)
De las fachas pasé pa' los trajes (¿Qué?)
De las michas pa' los porcentajes (¿Qué?)
Y con el flow que les traje (Ah)
Voy pa' quince años sin que alguien me baje
Si la poli me para, ya está librada
Hoy son entrevistas, shows y portadas
Pa' que a mis morros no les falte nada (Ah)
El día que me cargue a mí la chingada
Dios, yo no lo pedí jamás (Jamás)
Quizás el diablo es quien me da de más (Más)
O tal vez sea por mi disquera
Que es la más perra, Master Trax

Big bills, gotta work for it
Lil' homie, gotta work for it
Every day, gotta work for it
Coming up, gotta work for it
Want the fame? Gotta work for it
Want the name? Gotta work for it
Tryna ball? Gotta work for it
Want it all? Gotta work for it