Don’t Work, Don’t Eat Plies

[Chorus]
You say you hustle all day and you grind all week
Listen, you don't work, you don't eat
That's all a nigga know, that's all a nigga know
That's all a nigga know, that's all a nigga know
You say you hustle all day and you grind all week
Listen, you don't work, you don't eat
That's all a nigga know, that's all a nigga know
That's all a nigga know, that's all a nigga know
That's the sound of the boy
Putting work off in this game
This game
That's the sound of the boy
Putting work off in this game
Game, all day long, they say

[Verse 1: Plies]
In these streets, nigga, you just stunting or you watching
You're either a nigga getting jumped or you're the nigga jocking
Getting money part of my religion, it ain't a hobby
Ain't talking tennis shoe money, I'm talking real dollars
Like they told me, a closed mouth don't get fed
But how I feel, a broke motherfucker better off dead
You can either beg for it, or go out and get it
The streets always hiding, that's on you, pimping
'Cause when you broke, all that shit you talking called wishing
Money make miracles, broke make liars
In these streets, you don't need a résumé to get hired
'Cause when you're your own boss, you can't get fired