Workin' Lyrics - Waka Flocka Flame

I been workin' nigga 

Cocaina, she be flirting nigga 

Back my 'Rari out the driveway 

500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti 

I been workin' nigga 

Cocaina, she be flirting nigga 

I back my 'Rari out the driveway 

500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti 

Piss ass nigga you ain't never drunk 

I'm a real Piru, ask Big Suge 

I'm a real trapper, ask Victor Hill 

For the thrill, I pop a pill, shoot at the ops to catch a kill (Hey) 

I'm Waka Flocka, nigga 

Kill a family member, shawty El Chapo nigga 

Throw your sets in the air for my blockas nigga 

Two shots of the [?] that go Flocka nigga 

I'm on the block my nigga 

Where the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my nigga 

Red, blue, white flags like a Haitian killer 

I will never back down, I'm from Clayco nigga 

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I been workin' nigga 

Cocaina, she be flirting nigga 

Back my 'Rari out the driveway 

500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti 

I been workin' nigga 

Cocaina, she be flirting nigga 

I back my 'Rari out the driveway 

500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti 

A lot of rappers start trapping it's like recess 

Real jet boy I snatch the chain off your neck 

Set the game for you niggas, that's a preset 

Elm Street, Dirt Gang nigga that's the G set 

I'm like Meech, my nigga 

Bricksquad live off loyalty, fuck you niggas 

Waka Flocka name still good in these streets 

Five thousand shooters nigga, you ain't hard to reach 

When it come to killers, got a fleet my nigga 

Pull a chopper out, holes in your fleece my nigga 

I know you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my nigga 

Hundred shootouts, we ain't never faced defeat, my nigga 

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I been workin' nigga 

Cocaina, she be twerking nigga 

Back my 'Rari out the driveway 

500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti 

I been workin' nigga 

Cocaina, she be flirting nigga 

I back my 'Rari out the driveway 

500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti 

Check his background, he ain't who he say he is 

Acting hard to them youngins, come shoot up your shit 

Boy I must admit a lot of rap 

Early in the morning and my dog baking cookies 

John Gotti 

Wish he try me, cross the line, you a body nigga 

Go against Waka Flocka, kamikaze 

Hands like I'm Ali, south side where you find me 

Heard they trying to take me off the streets, my nigga 

Pussy niggas snitching, talking to police my nigga 

Now the feds tryna kick in my front door 

I got lawyer fees, burn money, case closed (Flocka) 

I been workin' nigga 

Cocaina, she be flirting nigga 

Back my 'Rari out the driveway 

500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti 

I been workin' nigga 

Cocaina, she be flirting nigga 

I back my 'Rari out the driveway 

500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti