Work Chad Armes & O.N.E. (Ft. Upchurch)
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[Pre-Chorus: O.N.E.]
Throw that money on the table you gon' get a verse (Work)
S.O.L. on that little bag if you don't get it first (Work)
We be flippin' on the beats we used to flippin' Percs (Work)
Chaddy ether, I'm that Covid, you gon' need a nurse (Work)
[Chorus: Chad Armes]
Get the money (Work)
Get the money (Work)
Get the money (Work)
Get, get the money (Work)
Get the money (Work)
Get the money (Work)
Get the money (Work)
Get, get, get the money (Work)
[Verse 1: O.N.E.]
Gimme the cheese (Yeah), 20's runnin' down my sleeve (Yeah, yeah)
By any means (Yeah), work a job or movin' P's (Yeah, yeah)
I come with a fee
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money then we 'bout to leave (Yeah, yeah)
I'm from the streets, you don't hustle, you don't eat (Yeah, yeah)
Gimme the beat I'ma fuck it up, gimme an OP I'ma slide on 'em
All black Gucci button up (Yeah), I be so fly I can glide on 'em
If you see me, yeah, I'm fuckin' her, niggas hate O.N.E. so they lied on 'em
Pussy niggas keep on showin' they colors, they might as well put the Pride on 'em (Yeah)
Go get that bread bitch, they ain't payin' your bills so fuck what they said bitch (Naw)
I need a fed bitch, I need a pussy poppin' on her head bitch (What?)
Fuck all that small talk, if you got it that's what you shoulda led with (Yeah)
It's funny how the ones that gas you up never be the ones you end up dead with (O.N.E.)
Throw that money on the table you gon' get a verse (Work)
S.O.L. on that little bag if you don't get it first (Work)
We be flippin' on the beats we used to flippin' Percs (Work)
Chaddy ether, I'm that Covid, you gon' need a nurse (Work)
[Chorus: Chad Armes]
Get the money (Work)
Get the money (Work)
Get the money (Work)
Get, get the money (Work)
Get the money (Work)
Get the money (Work)
Get the money (Work)
Get, get, get the money (Work)
[Verse 1: O.N.E.]
Gimme the cheese (Yeah), 20's runnin' down my sleeve (Yeah, yeah)
By any means (Yeah), work a job or movin' P's (Yeah, yeah)
I come with a fee
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no money then we 'bout to leave (Yeah, yeah)
I'm from the streets, you don't hustle, you don't eat (Yeah, yeah)
Gimme the beat I'ma fuck it up, gimme an OP I'ma slide on 'em
All black Gucci button up (Yeah), I be so fly I can glide on 'em
If you see me, yeah, I'm fuckin' her, niggas hate O.N.E. so they lied on 'em
Pussy niggas keep on showin' they colors, they might as well put the Pride on 'em (Yeah)
Go get that bread bitch, they ain't payin' your bills so fuck what they said bitch (Naw)
I need a fed bitch, I need a pussy poppin' on her head bitch (What?)
Fuck all that small talk, if you got it that's what you shoulda led with (Yeah)
It's funny how the ones that gas you up never be the ones you end up dead with (O.N.E.)
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