Get the work and get the work and get the work and get the work and get the work and get the work and put it in the pot Mix the motha****a till it rock Roll it till it fit into the needle Then you stick it in the middle of the hood and watch ‘em run it Got a bag Got a bitch up by the bar (by the bar) She bring the the cash Catch a mutha****in star (****in star) Pay the tab Pop another purple pack (purple pack) Slow it down enough So you can get the world back (world back) Pussy in the air Pussy popping on the floor (on the floor) Elevator up to 27 There she go (there she go) Two inside Two more say they on the way (on the way) Back to back Back into the club it make the Jawbone Sore from the teeth grind Got too fast For the rewind Have to Put it back Piece by piece By please mind the gap Behind the black sheets find Sprinkles of Sanity for the gums Vanity for the tongue Panic before the cum Damnit wanna be numb Skin is itching you sittin’ bitch in the backseat Till the switch flip and you spillin’ spit on the concrete Pill under the tongue and let it melt Catch the feeling for a minute by yourself When it's needles on the bottom of your feet You know the shit done made it down into the blood and you can run it Got a Jones Got a itchy trigger finger (trigger finger) Gotta go Pablo got a couple stingers (couple stingers) Hit a dab That'll get you straight again (straight again) Get a cab Didn't mean to wake up in the Same clothes you been rocking For a motha****ing week Don't let nobody get it twisted You are not a ****in’ tweaker Look this shit designer Cook up in a beaker Look This shit designer Gucci on the sneaker Jawbone Sore from the teeth grind Got too fast For the rewind Have to Put it back Piece by piece By please mind the gap Behind the black sheets find Traces of Residue in the pots Etching you in the thoughts Of every new city cop The ingénue was a opp Skin is itching you just bitch with a bounty Till the switch flip and you suckin’ dick in the county Aluminum in between the teeth Mean you prolly gotta get up out the street Get your connect on the phone and let him know you got the paper in you pocket for him and he need to run it Don't it feel like god to you Who's yo daddy Can he buy you what you want? This is what you want Don't it feel like god to you? Put that up inside Run it up inside Run it get your life Got a deal Said they got a VIP (VIP) Got a vibe Never had to show ID (show ID) Got a rush Got a water bottle ready (bottle ready) Got a pill Drop it in and shake it Shake it Shake that shit round You all the way up and They thinking they down (they down) Leave the club Lookin for that real shit (real shit) Grab a dub Can you catch the feeling it's the Jawbone Sore from the teeth grind Got too fast For the rewind Have to Put it back Piece by piece By please mind the gap Behind the black sheets find Remnants of Something inside your head Rusting and running red Must have been nearly dead Then they came for the bread Skin is itching you twitching writing a bad check Till the switch flip and you end up taking your last breath Bloody on the inside of the lip Bite it every minute till it split Let the drip fall slowly to the floor Until there isn't any more and you know that you need to run it