Work (remix) Lyrics - Asap Ferg

I gotta close the window before I record 

Cause New York don't know how to be quiet 

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg] 

Coogi down to the socks like I'm biggie poppa 

Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers 

But really though, she a silly ho 

Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough 

She don't get nothin' from a nigga though 

All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios 

Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical 

Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs 

No tint though, on my window 

So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo 

Ballin'! (Skkrrrrr!) 

Got me feelin' like Jim Jones 

I'm a pimp though, no limp though 

Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos 

Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt 

Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt 

That's what a nigga get when they getting on my nerves 

I ain't lyin' - lay 'em on the curb 

Riding on a killer who be coming at Ferg! 

Damnnnnnnnn!!! 

Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr 

Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt 

French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth 

Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse 

Yeah, uh, put in work 

Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp 

So much work he'll smoke up the Earth 

Polo Ground, A$AP World 

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[Verse 2: French Montana] 

(Haaan!) That ain't Kanye, that's Montana 

Loose cannon, he shot me so I had to do it 

Put him in the dirt, put him in it first 

I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it 

Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it 

When they mask up, comin' for your ice 

When they bare-faced, they comin for your life 

Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak 

I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep 

Illuminati? I'm from the streets 

Never sold my body, we takin' bodies 

[Hook] 

Put in work, put in work 

Put in work, put 'em in the dirt 

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[Verse 3: Trinidad James] 

Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand 

They don't ask no questions, nigga, all they do is bang bang bang 

They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang 

I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya 

I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother 

I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner 

You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem 

I fuck with Asian niggas And I fuck with Migos 

I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole 

I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but 

That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal 

I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money 

No green card in this struggle, immigration give you nothing 

[Hook] 

But work (Put it in work) 

Work (Put it in work) 

Work (Put it in work) 

[Verse 4: Schoolboy Q] 

Yawk, Yawk, Yawk, Yawk! 

A lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street 

No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week 

Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36 

Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight 

O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate 

My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape 

Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick 

Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip 

Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk 

All big titties lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth 

Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church 

Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, "That nigga turnt" 

Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk 

Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs 

Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse 

Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse 

[Verse 5: A$AP Rocky] 

A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide 

Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine 

Out of line, pistols barkin' "Ar, ar" ride or die 

Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs 

You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets 

The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots 

My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant 

Got a chick that worked at Magic, but I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average 

See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's 

You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks 

Loaded Lux, put in work