Markie J - Put In Work

Put in work
Got to work work put in work
Yeah boy you got to work got to put in work
Put in work
Got to work work put in work
Got to
Got to work got to put in work
Boy you want a car
Want money
Want crib
Hell of bitches on your dick
Fuck that you don't need hell of bitches
Catch a bag real quick
Do a quick little shift
On the clock
Make a little dollar
Then you make your little shorty holla
Ay
Turn up through the day
I do it my way
I put that shit on display
Yeah when I get to goin all these mother fuckers finna know my name
We finna turn up man we about to go insane
Yea I'm finna go crazy
Go brazy
I don't got no time to be lazy
Trying to drive in the new Mercedes
Bout to drive down through the high way doing eighty
Yeah I want a new car and a big crib
I'm just tryna be a star when the time hits
You think everything about me is shit
What's new
It ain't new to me
I've been bullied in the past
I've been running out of cash
People thinking that I'm trash
When it gets hard I dash
I can't stop running
I can't hit the breaks
People stay bluffing
Cause they fuckin snakes
Hiss hiss is all I hear in the grass
Fuck you I will beat your ass
You a dumb boy you failed your class
Mystics on his way you better check the forecast
Yo
What the fuck is going on right now
Is it
Is it raining money
Hmm
I guess this is what happens when you uh
Put in work
Got to work work put in work
Yeah boy you got to work got to put in work
Put in work
Got to work work put in work
Got to
Got to work got to put in work
Boy you better put the work in
Put the time in
Get to grinding
That's your new assignment
Find your mountain
Get to climbing
My assignments
My mental health cause it's been going down hill
With a real bad thrill
Man it gives me real bad chills
But I know I'll be okay if I for fill my dreams and I make a mother fucking mill
I got diamonds on my mind like I'm Lil Uzi
Chick Ching
Yeah the moneys coming in real smoothly
Yeah my girl got a real big booty
My shawty a baddie she got real beauty
Like Jimmy Neutron I got a big brain
When I put my mind to it I obtain
Fake friend fake friend
Fuck a little fake friend
Why you got to copy me
Go and do your own trends
Your a bitch boy
Your a lame boy
Ain't nobody trust you you a decoy
Like Godzilla yeah I destroy
Every mother fucker in my path
You gone feel the wrath
Everybody's finna be in the blood bath
Like like Mr Krabs I only chase the cash
And I don't want no hoes
And I don't fuck no hoes
If I did that man I would end up catching backlash

Written by:
Mark Johnson

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