This is a song about "You work for me"

I'mma work for everything i have

Just put your hand on the glass

If you make it work now

We be like chow

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

You have no more words for me

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I'ma work for everything i have

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

You don't work you are a slave my work is jesus's gift to me, baby see

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

You think you put in work? that's sweet

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Decorative decor, what you judgin me for?

You'll never be late for work

They call me say, word