Pak Man - Work

You can't tell me bout work
Been on job so I've always got work
You ain't ever put in no work
Send my hittas on work
Then something gets burst

Having big money convos i need that pronto
On smoke a little hitta's killers like Rondo
Gripping on a long nose
Minute since I hit em with a combo
Do it for the trap but still on road
Cocaine cowboy, quarter mill Play-Doh
Blowing on grade smoke talking bout yayo
Millionaire cashflow twenty pound trap phone
Remember I was mad broke
Link me on the back roads ghetto fabulous
Ain't sexed no badder bitch
Had mine, fuck a gram line
I've got a bag of bricks
Lobsters for mobsters stacking up bread fast
What's my next car?
Me and Teddy in the S-Class
Got a lot of haters that don't get paid
But my money long for your whole estate
Bragging to the girls but your Roley's fake
Strapped round the world, been rolling bait

You can't tell me bout work
Been on job so I've always got work
You ain't ever put in no work
Send my hittas on work
Then something gets burst

Who's realer than? Fly before Instagram
I don't meet the middle man
Long time you've been a fan
Light up my sensu fly like a West yute
But I've got my bands up in
Lambeth and South West too
SW16, around the corner
Now my watch costs more than
A house in Yorkshire
Can't you see everyone I'm round important?
How you saying you're a G
And you're around informers?
This bread long, I just got ten gone
Paper boy in David Lloyd with my Patek on
I need seven figures, get my figures straight
Chick shaped like a figure eight
Stash a brick away
Crisp ting, sipping Criss in Christian Dior
Pretty little chick
Got her titties done abroad
Whizzing in a Porsche, pistol in a Ford
Six in the fifth
You'll get a pinky worth of corn
Take a horse to water
You can't make it drink
Drop that warm water and make it sink
Came up from a quarter, that made you think
Jewels bright
By the poolside with my favourite drink

You can't tell me bout work
Been on job so I've always got work
You ain't ever put in no work
Send my hittas on work
Then something gets burst
You can't tell me bout work
Been on job so I've always got work
You ain't ever put in no work
Send my hittas on work
Then something gets burst

Written by:
JACOB DANIEL HOLMES, JAGDEEP SEEHRA, STAVROS KYRIACOU, JACOB HOLMES

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