Jermaine Miller ft. Ca$h Out, Cap 1 – Big Work Lyrics
Work, work, work,
Well, nigger, still, man.
Got a big truck load,
Trying to trail the money,
Big work, man, we don’t need t steal, man!
Big work, man, we don’t need t steal, man!
Couple of hundred grand stabbed full of rubbed badge.
Drug, do it normal, track, do it twice.
Drug, do it normal, track, do it twice.
Money in the Millus hole. Fuck you!
Bags of …
Pines of …
Selling track,
Selling Benjamina, Tyler Lee.
Crushed the Miley Cyrus,
I’ve got a giant trampoline.
Collide slate bridge,
Wake up bad, base slit. Ok.
One set, critter, let go!
Woman at a fat play, y’all too slow!
Talking about money, that’s all I know.
Trap dude, number one, …
A hundred k, I’m prepared to see it
I have five k for a six team.
Tray’s song, it’s a remix.
Like Claire Fine, that’s a crime, me.
But your baby mamma and your girl understand.
Towed more bands than a marching band.
Better for the work, let her work, don’t sale.
Don’t need no caca, later fuck that scale.
Big work, nigger, we don’t need to steal, man.
Big work, man, we don’t need t steal, man!
Couple of hundred grand stabbed full of rubbed badge.
Drug, do it normal, track, do it twice.
Drug, do it normal, track, do it twice.
Money in the Millus hole. Fuck you!
The …
I’m wiping the girls,
Polloping allowed,
They say it got down.
Abusing my boss,
I …
Fuck up the stuff,
…
My type is gravy,
Please, make a running,
When I was little,
A wannabe told me
My turner, my turner,
Exterminer, terminer,
Bringing the hose in the inner,
Smoking a pound of the guinnea.
Uh, I get money, nobody gon’fuck with me!
I get money, … they fuck with me.
Shy, no clothes, went to the club
And pick the article.
Big work, man, we don’t need t steal, man!
Big work, man, we don’t need t steal, man!
Couple of hundred grand stabbed full of rubbed badge.
Uh, I get money, nobody gon’fuck with me!
I get money, … they fuck with me.
Shy, no clothes, went to the club
And pick the article.
Big work, man, we don’t need t steal, man!
Big work, man, we don’t need t steal, man!
Couple of hundred grand stabbed full of rubbed badge.
Drug, do it normal, track, do it twice.
Drug, do it normal, track, do it twice.
Money in the Millus hole. Fuck you! Pay!
I’ve got the track to the numbers
Ever since the summer we took over work in the corner
We came from a foreigner, split to the nothing,
Had to, I had to oblige then I bought me enough
Nigger, we try like the 80′, back to Ronald Reagan,
Nigger, you smell my cologne, break it down and pass it out like the Sammi,
Fuck all that money, we want to get home,
Hitchy like niggers, I know y’all can hear me,
Truck out the chair, we buck it by the minute,
Mine on the check, you know I got to get it.
We strict: Zack, Zoey run the streets.
My plug pulled back on me with a hundred a piece!
Big work, man, we don’t need t steal, man!
Big work, man, we don’t need t steal, man!
Couple of hundred grand stabbed full of rubbed badge.
Mine on the check, you know I got to get it.
We strict: Zack, Zoey run the streets.
My plug pulled back on me with a hundred a piece!
Big work, man, we don’t need t steal, man!
Big work, man, we don’t need t steal, man!
Couple of hundred grand stabbed full of rubbed badge.
Drug, do it normal, track, do it twice.
Drug, do it normal, track, do it twice.
Money in the Millus hole. Fuck you! Pay! (Pay me!)