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Work REMIX Lyrics – A$AP Ferg feat. French Montana, ScHoolboy Q, A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg, Trinidad James

    Work REMIX is a popular rap song by A$AP Ferg featuring French Montana, ScHoolboy Q, A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg, Trinidad James, from the 2016 album Views. Check words to A$AP Ferg Work REMIX Lyrics in English below.

    Work REMIX Lyrics – A$AP Ferg feat. French Montana, ScHoolboy Q, A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg, Trinidad James 

    [Intro: A$AP Ferg]
    I gotta close the window before I record
    €˜Cause New York don’t know how to be quiet
    (Work) Stand up!
    (Work) Ferg!
    Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!

    [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
    Coogi down to the socks like I’m Biggie Poppa (baby)
    Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers
    But really though, she a silly ho
    €˜Cause you know the Fergenstein gettin’ plenty dough
    She don’t get nothin’ from a nigga though
    All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
    Kinda silly though, but I’m lyrical
    Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
    No tint though, on my window
    So you see a nigga shinin’ in the Benzo
    Ballin’, got me feelin’ like Jim Jones, I’m a pimp though
    No limp though, couldn’t copy my style in Kinkos
    Put in work, run up on a killer, then I put him in the dirt
    Run up in the building, semi gon’ squirt
    That’s what a nigga get when they gettin’ on my nerves
    I ain’t lyin’, lay ’em on the curb
    Ridin’ on a killer who be comin’ at Ferg (damn!)
    Girl, you twerk, twerk that kitty, girl, make it purr
    Put in work, Flacko put ’em in the dirt
    French got the shovel, he gon’ put him in the earth
    Trinidad maniac with an all-gold hearse
    Yeah, uh, put in work
    ScHoolboy Q with a pound of the purp
    So much work he’ll smoke up the Earth
    Polo Ground, A$AP World
    [Verse 2: French Montana]
    (Haaan!) That ain’t Kanye
    That’s Montana, loose cannon
    He shot me, so I had to do it
    Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
    I just sold a swammy with ten homis on it
    Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it
    When they mask up, comin’ for your ice
    When they bare-faced, they comin’ for your life
    Baby, don’t pray for me, pray for the weak
    I’m drinkin’ lean, it help me sleep
    Illuminati? I’m from the streets
    Never sold my body, we takin’ bodies

    [Chorus]
    Put in work, put in work
    Put in work, put ’em in the dirt

    [Verse 3: Trinidad James]
    Shout out that motherland
    12-years-old with guns in hand
    They don’t ask no questions, nigga
    All they do is bang bang bang
    They don’t ask no questions, all they do is bang bang
    I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad, I love ya
    I do this for them shottas, Jamaica, I’m your brother
    I know a bitch from VI
    Yeah-yeah-yeah, that’s my partner
    You got a problem with it
    Then-then-then-then that’s your problem
    I fuck with Asian niggas and I fuck with Migos
    I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole
    I said all I speak is real, y’all niggas might hate me
    But that don’t get no deal
    I said no, that don’t get no deal
    I just now got my deal, but I been gettin’ this money
    No green card in this struggle
    Immigration give you nothin’ but work (put it in work)
    [Verse 4: ScHoolboy Q]
    YAWK-YAWK, YAWK-YAWK!
    A lot of niggas died, should’ve been from Hoover Street
    No, I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week
    Pimpin’ like I’m 33, move keys like I’m 36
    Ship O’s like I’m 28
    Tacoma know I’m pushin’ weight
    O-X-Y, I’m in your state
    Eatin’ off your dinner plate
    My heart live where Santa stay
    Super fly, I need a cape
    Bitches throwin’ pussy back and forth, they on my dick
    Passion drippin’ off her lip
    She say she never had a Crip
    Uh, put in work, all big booties make it twerk
    All big titties lift your shirt
    Show a player what you’re worth
    Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front of the church
    Deacon said I did my shit
    The pastor said, “That nigga turnt”
    Pop my collar on my shirt
    Make these bitches go berserk
    Shippin’ units; Captain Kirk
    Takin’ xannies, poppin’ percs
    Might not last, I’ll bomb you first
    Turn your backseat to a hearse
    Back to the lab with mother Earth
    Had to give Young Ferg a verse
    [Verse 5: A$AP Rocky]
    A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide
    Drivin’ by, poppin’ nines, Pakistan, Columbine
    Outta line, pistols barkin’ (argh argh), ride or die
    Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs
    You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets
    The same niggas who jack it
    Be the first who claim we faggots
    My bitch is a movie actress
    Side bitch won a beauty pageant
    Got a chick that worked at Magic
    But I’m so damn fine make a bitch look average
    See, my daddy in Heaven, right next to Ferg’s
    You know what’s up I’m throwin’ bucks
    Loaded Lux; put in work

     

    Writer(s): Drake, Rihanna, PartyNextDoor, Noel “Detail” Fisher

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