Swa Playmaker, Jim Jones - Work Lyrics

We were hustling on the block now we got double r's
We them niggaz in them four hundred thousand dollar cars
We got it nigga
Off the top ima make it work ima make it work
In the club throwing racks in that motherfucker throwing yeah

It's different under them stars diamonds dancing you see me
Bag different my nigga only chic for me riri
Opa Locka my home but I traveled the globe
Fucked bitches in rome cribs in eight time zones
Fell in love with the hustle why I'm hugging the block
Chef-in like benihanas whipping work in two pots
Now listen I keep exotic bezels rollies I got several
My gang a rock group we keep that heavy metal
Foreign whips foreign women appetite Mr chows
Neck lit up like hong kong gold patek grey poupon
Now listen I don't do commercial I only fly private
With manicurists and masseuses headed to virgin islands
Blew a bag on ya bitch why she blocking your calls
Had her face in the pillow while I was beaten them walls
What you re up with nigga I blew that shit in the mall
I'm different that rari showed you that
That cully showed you that
What I got on my wrist that shit a hundred racks
I know some niggaz from the field who ain't make it back
Celly ringing from plays I ain't been home in days
OGS told me get paper fuck that minimum wage
Free my blood in the cage they just trying to maintain
My foolie in solitary just want to blow out his brains
Bunche park to the blues we was moving them packs and
If I ain't from opa locka then what do you call that

Ima hit the block and make it work make it work
Ima ima hit the block and make it work work

I been playing in dade way before wade
Since that silly nigga jermaine was in the rain rocking suede
Selling dolphins by the water nigga right by the marina
Selling crack uptown if coke had a medina
Feeling like ace when he found that coke in the cleaners
Start selling base then I turned that coke to a beamer
I know niggaz in opa locka that can still open locks and
The keys that they got they can surely open shop up
Shorty with a forty got em popped up
Be back next summer in a ferrari when I pop up
This summer was kinda dry we got hit with the pandemic shit
Did the black maybach with the whole panoramic shit
Uggh I know these haters can't stand this shit
Looking for grey poupon
We in the back eating sandwiches
Pardon me you have any grey poupon
Got these pretty bitches on this grape

Ima hit the block and make it work make it work
Ima ima hit the block and make it work work