Work - First World Problems

Said I got pounds, good lord

And I got them workin' all over town

Strictly business, don’t play around

Ship em' out of town, UPS Ground

Gettin' paid is my forté

Each and every day, true hustla way

Y’all nigga ain’t got time, well

We ain’t gettin' caught with nicks and dimes, well well

North side to the south side

Push a lot of pie, bitch it’s no surprise

I got bricks in the stash, stackin' up cash

Plug when it comes to the gas

My dope ain’t average

The right amount of cash, you can have it

A white lady is a ten

She my best friend

Can’t come in cause I just

I got bags of loud

Get 'em going before they even touch down

Make the J’s act wild

You know I gotta keep a low profile

I got work for the low, so

Let me tell you how it go

Purp’s the herb in the birds

Prices so low, nigga fuck what you heard

Told her what direction

You never gonna know if I have it

You got to pay to play

Tough for me to say,

I just got the work in

Keep the white all day, everyday

It’ll blow your mind, hit it one time

Dope so good all you need is one line

Turkey bags of kush, bales of HD

My hustla pays me, I’m bout to bust an HP

Shine it up, lookin' flossy in my trap spot

Thing tuckin' while the motherfuckin' rats plot

You need a whole thing or a half block?