I ain’t forcing shit, but rubber bands
I ain’t that bitch, I’m the man
Walk through, run a hunnid grand
We don’t make plans, we the plan
Import a **** ‘cause I’m picky
Got ‘em stuck on me ‘cause I’m sticky
Chanelly or the Louisy, it get tricky
‘Cause I’ma get the shot like a blicky
Bitch, breathe
Just work
Just work
Just work
Just work
Just work
Wake up, get a tan
We be lit when we land
Put it on, hit the ‘Gram
Another 20,000 fans
Got ‘em mad, I guess I ain't pressed
If it's in the press we playing chess
When I’m breaking necks I break the net
Unless it's ‘bout a check, I ain't check
Bitch, breathe
Just work
Just work
Just work
Just work
Just work