Hard work, nigga I'm talking 'bout sweat, blood, tears, nigga I'm talking 'bout you working so motherfucking hard that your feet work, nigga Work so hard that your body gets weak, man And your muscles get to hurting, man Trap so hard, don't give a fuck that the police watching, man Nigga, we go hard in the paint, nigga Like, real talk, nigga, we work hard, nigga What's up, Capp? What's up, J? Nigga, we working hard, nigga You know my boys going ham, nigga 12 might run, let's grind Hard work pay off, you can't tell me shit, nigga All white yayo, rob you for your bricks, nigga Money on my mind, so I'm fucking dollar signs Road dog on my hip, that's a plastic Glock 9 Hard work pay off, you can't tell me shit, nigga All white yayo, rob you for your bricks, nigga Money on my mind, so I'm fucking dollar signs Road dog on my hip, that's a plastic Glock 9 Crazy, crazy money put me in a psycho ward 26's got me sitting like a yacht, so hop aboard, hop aboard Never bored, it's all work, no play Strong K with a scope on it, I'll hit you from the long way Go on and think I'm lying, but my dope hole like Pinocchio Just sold him a dummy, got you for the okey-doke Call me nachos, get my cheese and then I dip Ain't no toilet by my ear, so baby, you can't tell me shit, bow! Bitch, look at my chain, wow Sparkle like some cider dust Pupils white, biting down, scare you like the spider web Boo! I apologize, but baby, you can't be my boo I got too many hoes, so I simply got no time for you that's all I care about, tell you the truth Flyer than the fairy, but I'm after money, fuck a tooth You can't help me get no dough? Sorry, I don't fuck with you Niggas say they fuck with [?], who the fuck are you? Hard work pay off, you can't tell me shit, nigga All white yayo, rob you for your bricks, nigga Money on my mind, so I'm fucking dollar signs Road dog on my hip, that's a plastic Glock 9 Hard work pay off, you can't tell me shit, nigga All white yayo, rob you for your bricks, nigga Money on my mind, so I'm fucking dollar signs Road dog on my hip, that's a plastic Glock 9 The guap, the cheese, the bread, the dope I'm hungry, starving, trying to get more 'Cause of money, money, money I'm running, running, running She's calling my name, I'm coming, honey I'ma marry her so I can call her mine I think about that girl all the time I have that dream 'bout dollar signs Taliban strapped up like the Columbine So you can't tell me shit, nigga Right side, green flag, that's the clique, nigga Word on the street that you got a brick, nigga One phone call to the squad, that's it, nigga They coming to take your shit Tie you up and take your bitch You love that hoe, we hate that bitch Money make you go remake that shit So all that flexing, boy, you better quit that 'Cause we'll snatch your chain and you won't get your shit back Wet your block up, get your whole clique wet Turn around, nigga, too late, click clack Now everybody got something to talk about Just like hoes, love to run their mouth When I come around, better watch your mouth Before I bust your ass in the whip while I drop you off Some of y'all probably think a nigga popping 'Til a nigga pull out a pistol and start popping Nigga get shot in the leg and start hopping Nigga get shot in the head and start dropping So if you got them, we coming 'cause we want it, nigga Hit Squad and Brick Squad, them my homies, nigga Hard work pay off, you can't tell me shit, nigga All white yayo, rob you for your bricks, nigga Money on my mind, so I'm fucking dollar signs Road dog on my hip, that's a plastic Glock 9 Hard work pay off, you can't tell me shit, nigga All white yayo, rob you for your bricks, nigga Money on my mind, so I'm fucking dollar signs Road dog on my hip, that's a plastic Glock 9 I've always been Blood, Juaquin Malphurs, he a thug I don't trust shit, so all I do is mean mug Prices so high that I wish I had a plug Get mud drug if you say, "Fuck Flocka" Rolling off a yopper, parking lot chopper Hundred round clip, everybody better dip Blank out shawty, Brick Squad balling Hoes keep calling and these fuck niggas stalling Strip club tipping, location is Moreland Me, J, and Capp down for a kidnap You know Waka Flocka Flame, I don't always keep a strap Down with my hood hoe, so fuck a Top Model X pills and bottles, that's gon' make the hoe swallow Trued up swag, Trued up shoes Trued up jeans, you can call me Mr. Clean Bright ass green diamonds got this young nigga shining Hard work pay off, you can't tell me shit, nigga All white yayo, rob you for your bricks, nigga Money on my mind, so I'm fucking dollar signs Road dog on my hip, that's a plastic Glock 9 Hard work pay off, you can't tell me shit, nigga All white yayo, rob you for your bricks, nigga Money on my mind, so I'm fucking dollar signs Road dog on my hip, that's a plastic Glock 9