Текст песни Work don’t stop (feat. Chicken P) - Chicken P , Lonni Monae

Ombre made the beat, damnit
Turn that shit up, man (got them Ps in a blue ice stick)

Work, work, work, work, work, don't stop
Just got another card at the price one right (right)
New bitches hatin', out of mind, out of sight (out of sight)
A tiny cent to take said the deal wasn't fair
So where we go from here? (Yeah)
Shit, I'm still grindin', tryin' to catch a bag (bag)

Dude, all my team full of Ps will be on their ass (we on our ass)
On the way outta town, gotta push the gas (gas)
We still in the foam cups, we ain't switched the glass
Brand-new watch, it don't tick, but it hit like glass
You want the nigga then I'll wait, he be on my ass
From Brazil, you can't spell, bitch, go to class

He can't never leave me alone, he know his bitch bad (he know his bitch bad)
Uhh, yeah, he know it's bitch tea (tea)
He know these thirsty ass niggas wanna sip on me
Big Lonnie P walk in so fresh and clean (walk in)
Don't ask where it's from, your daddy styled it
I just pulled up hot sauce, mild shit
Bitches sellin' dreams to these niggas, I ain't buyin' it

That ain't no three-five, baby, why you earn it?
How'd you got your ass beat, bitch, why you hidin'?
I-I-I just poured a cup, I'm fillin' up like let me fuck
He just want a rub, I need a duh filled with honey
Feelin' cold as bluff, playin' tough like it ain't nothin'
Like a virgin, nigga, if you touch, I'll get the bust

Bad red, bitch, when I touch her, she be squirtin'
A lot of tech and tests, say these niggas purpose
580 Benz, bitch, close the curtain on them
Bow or a brick, which one you workin'?
On track, you get the ground, you look like a Calvin
You ain't got no money, why you openin' your mouth then?

Niggas call him Jody, he done got put out the house again
I can count ten thousand quicker than you count to ten
These niggas droppin' names, I'm tryna drop a band
I just got another chain, I wanna watch again
These niggas dick-suckin', prayin' that they pop again
I'm at a million-dollar meetin', tryna lock it in

Baby, called me over, I done fucked the bitch to sleep again
Every time you leave, nigga, that's when I be creepin' in
Bitch lost her mind, keep on tellin' me to leave it in
This shit ain't buy no paper, I'm leavin' then
Told the bitch, don't touch the Louis luggage, all my weed in them
Ha, all your dogs look hungry, you ain't feedin' them

Now I'm at it killin' out the dog, I'd be breedin' them
Smoked the whole pile of -, now it reek in here
All night, we don't sleep in here, ha
You don't got at least a quarter, don't speak in here
Somebody please get me the fuck home, niggas cheap in here?