ContraVein - Workin' (feat. David Jackson)

Had a couple stacks, turned it to a quarter million
Hustlin’ the trap, now my paper to the ceiling
I be on that job, profit never going down
With money like this, I ain’t never clocking out
Man we workin’
We workin’ we workin’ man we workin’
We workin’ we workin’ yeah we workin’
We workin’ we workin’ man we workin’
We workin’ we workin’ yeah we workin’
Gettin’ that money and it ain’t be for nothin’
We been hustlin’ workin’ makin’ nothin’ into somethin’
We be gettin’ all that green, smokin’ grass, I’m in Dublin
Then we bag it out West, smokin’ weed, I ain’t tumblin’
I’m the best, I’m a beast, keepin’ it real in the streets
I’m a fuckin’ animal, just get me in the sheets
Come and suck my lollipop, I know she like her sweets
Said I’ll let her be on top, then she dropped like the beat
Imma be the best while I be making all this music
I don’t ever gotta to rest while I got Gucci on my tunic
I been at Oktoberfest while I be wastin’ up in Munich
I be gettin’ all this head, so blacked out windows in my Buick
Open wide, I’m going through it pussy magic like a myth
While I’m on the toilet writing flows, I’m the shit
No I ain’t been generic so don’t call me by Joe Smith
You ain’t gonna kick me out, gotta wait for me to quit
Never doing that
Cuz I’m a rap god
Come and have a chat
Hang with my squad
Chill out in The Pad
Look at what I’ve bought
Grindin’ every day so y’all don’t blow up my spot
Had a couple stacks, turned it to a quarter million
Hustlin’ the trap, now my paper to the ceiling
I be on that job, profit never going down
With money like this, I ain’t never clocking out
Man we workin’
We workin’ we workin’ man we workin’
We workin’ we workin’ yeah we workin’
We workin’ we workin’ man we workin’
We workin’ we workin’ yeah we workin’
Workin’ all the time
We be on that grind
Workin’ all the time
We be on that grind
Workin’ all the time
Lookin’ to be signed
Workin’ all the time
Glock ready and primed
Finger on the trigger got that glizzy on my hip
I ain’t talkin’ hot dog, don’t be smart with me skip
Turn you to a grave digger, that’s pretty damn hip
Now tell me ‘bout this cliff here
Whoops, you slipped
You ain’t never catch me packin’ that much is a fact
If I ever see you lackin’ get ready to be whacked
Bustin’ down the system, you’d think that it got hacked
Stackin’ up the profit, racks on racks on racks
Now you tell me girl, am I for the streets?
Or am I deserving of first class suites?
Either fuckin’ way, this rap is complete
Thanks to David Jackson, and Omni fuckin’ beats
Had a couple stacks, turned it to a quarter million
Hustlin’ the trap, now my paper to the ceiling
I be on that job, profit never going down
With money like this, I ain’t never clocking out
Man we workin’
We workin’ we workin’ man we workin’
We workin’ we workin’ yeah we workin’
We workin’ we workin’ man we workin’
We workin’ we workin’ yeah we workin’

Written by:
David Jackson, Jason Ardan

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