This is a song about "We gotta work it"

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

We started this, we gotta finish it/

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

We don't need to work it just to get those hoes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

We have no life together. we can work it out, we can work it out. you have

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

We getttin throwed, still put in work

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Theres cum all over your face and we gotta guess who's balls did it

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Guess i gotta work harder, make that change like fifty

I ain't gotta try, work my hands

I got a green bag with them blue strands