Work - Famous Dex

Bitch, uh-huh

Know what I’m talking 'bout?

If you ain’t pulling out that motherfucking double-R truck

Or a Lam' truck, I don’t talk to you niggas, y’all niggas broke

(Local Trash)

Dexter, yeah, ha, yeah, ooh

Huh, I’m talking 'bout

Ayo, ayy, Chelsea, roll me some weed, know what I’m saying?

Yeah, roll me something

(Oh-man-goddamn)

Ha, yeah

I got, I got dough, remember days kicking in the door

Selling shows, now I’m selling out a fucking show

That’s your bitch, oh, why she in my front row?

Taking pictures while I’m taking off my clothes

Baby wanna suck me, putting coke up, up her nose

Ooh, wait, huh, I might just hop in the Wraith

I got a bitch, she lick it so good

Huh, I might just bust on her face

I got a gun, it’s looking so good, ooh

I got an extra K

Bando with me, know he good, huh

He gon' spray the place, huh, for sure

Huh, wait, huh, on go

Huh, that bitch look good, she gold

She sucking my dick on, ooh, wait, huh

Sucking my dick on my tippy-toes

Let’s go, huh, ooh, hot riding the beach

Looking at me, I’m sipping on peach Wock', ooh, it’s all on me

Huh, what

You know what I’m saying?

And my real name is Dexter too

Like, I be saying what—

I really don’t even what I be saying, I just be saying shit

Hey Maddie, hey Chelsea, what’s going on?

Y’all doing y’all doing

(Oh-man-goddamn)

I got, I got dough, remember days kicking in the door

Selling shows, now I’m selling out a fucking show

That’s your bitch, oh, why she in my front row?

Taking pictures while I’m taking off my clothes

Ooh, ha, huh, baby wanna fuck me, huh, ooh

Baby can’t fuck me, you ain’t got no buddies, ooh

I got the money, it’s on me

Ha, ooh, you niggas so phony, what?

Run up on me, you know what’s on me

Huh, that Draco, it’s on me, huh, ooh

Ooh, huh, pop me a Perc' now I eat, huh

Niggas be lame, you talking so much

You niggas be gossiping like bitches

Wait, huh, ooh, tuh, y’all gon' get hit with the stick, uh

Yeah, huh, ooh, huh, y’all gon' get hit with the stick, huh, bitch

Yeah, I’m not lacking, lurking, huh, ooh

Pull on your block with magic shit, you think we Persian, huh, ooh

We got them sticks, huh, ooh

We got the blicks, huh

Run up on me, you get hit, oh, ha

You know I’m the shit, ooh (Oh-man-goddamn)

My name is Dexter, I do whatever

Might Margielas

Stupid lil' queens, they do what I tell 'em

I want the money, yeah, I want it forever

Huh, tuh, yeah, huh, and you know it’s me, ha

Dexter want what?

Tuh, I wanna be on TV, bitch

You know what I’m saying?

I coulda, I coulda, umm

I coulda kept rap— I coulda kept rapping on this, know what I’m saying?

But, I just wanna put my hook on this shit (Let's go)