Work-Rick Ross

I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that sh*t Like oh Lord, oh Lord! She ridin' waves, I tell your b**ch to surfboard Surfboard, surfboard She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack You niggas know you f**k around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked I used to want a pound of w**d, I started flippin' that crack Sellin' that d**e, I went through hell bein' broke A ni**a called me, say he got it, I say front me in four And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke You f**kboy! F**kboy! Niggas hatin', I'm like what the f**k for? I'm in the 6, I'm ridin' with a plus 4 She a 10, I f**k her and all her friends, p**sy ni**a I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that sh*t Like oh Lord, oh Lord! She ridin' waves, I tell your b**ch to surfboard Surfboard, surfboard She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it Ni**a, so tired of these lame niggas Keep changin' on you like late winter Springin' on you for a hoe or somethin' My coat season and game different Self made, self made ni**a Well dressed, well paid ni**a I daredevil err'day, ni**a Like Hell's Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord! Tell them niggas I'ma need a minute Undefeated, young sneaker ni**a Hundred deep, you never see a ni**a Hennessy in moderation But my niggas drinkin' like them black ink niggas Hah, that's cheesy ni**a Meanin' I cut and leave a ni**a Get it? That's leavin', ni**a Scissors, clippers, please forgive me Real ni**a, hoes around me Take b**ches, repeat offender Ho, ho, please don't let me No, no, Easter pinkin' I done prayed the rappers get the Actavis So they can all go back to just sleepin' on me I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that sh*t Like oh Lord, oh Lord! She ridin' waves, I tell your b**ch to surfboard Surfboard, surfboard She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it Niggas lookin' at me when I step into the party It's the 50 millionaire, mothaf**kin' Don Dada All these niggas on coke, all these b**ches on molly Half my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money Catchin' feelings when I pull up in it rrrk! Bad b**ch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach Now follow me, Balenciagas like they're Nikes, ni**a Fine b**ches in the club, all wifeys, ni**a Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog Parkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off Still headbussin' b**ches, now I break you off And if a ni**a step to me, I'll break the law Now follow me, front your boy and I'ma make you work If I got the b**ch a purse, she had to make it twerk Ni**a, ridin' through the city, I remain alert Cause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that sh*t Like oh Lord, oh Lord! She ridin' waves, I tell your b**ch to surfboard Surfboard, surfboard She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it