Slight Work Songtext / Lyric

Got work (slight work)

D-Town to the DMV

Diplo wassup

Got your girl going crazy

Drunk white bitches

(work it, wo-wo-work it, oh)






I can do it all and it aint no problem

Aint nobody harder than a nigga Folarin

Bitch I hard, I'm ballin' I'm globe trotting

And my flow art my nigga, I'm Mozart with it

It's all good, I do this

I turn a straight prude bitch into a nudist

Foolish I be on that new shit

And I'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

Aint nobody checking for your garbage

Lot of intuition I aint even finish college

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

Any broad better layer like I'm dressing for the fall, nigga

And I'm all that, hit the passenger door

Shawty was Pinkberry sweet and I aint lactose

I aint tryna brag tho, I'm just know I'm that dope

Kick game Bo Jacks, my Bo Jacks Tai bo

Haha, and it aint no problem, you race to these broads

I relay 'em, baton 'em

Bitches in here, one thou

But when you step out why the bitches run out

Double MG shit I put the set down

Rick James back, bad bitches on the couch

Ahh, wordplay, Olubowale my first name

I think I'm Koko B. Ware, you just a bird babe

I got a pair of J's, I roll a pair of J's

We up in Diamond supply, spending that carrot cake

Let it marinate, you forever late

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state



(Work it, work it)

Slight work, its light work

(Work it, work it)

The wrong drink, the right work

Slight work, light work

(Work it, work it)

The wrong drink, the right work

work, work, work, work

work, work, work, work

work, work, work, work



Bitch you aint a boss til you cut a pay check

Only thing between me and your bitch is latex

Man, and I aint into saving these hoes

My nigga tell me where you see a cape at

B-I, B-I bitch B-I-G

The two things I don't need are you and my ID

I'mma need a yellow cab and a yellow bad bitch

Green faces but a nigga dodging yellow badges, wooop (sirens)

Cause I'm drunk, yeah ok

Under 25 living the f-cking life

White Amercia said I'll be doing 25 to life

And just for that, I'ma blow 25 tonight

You make 25 a year, I make 25 a night, woah

Blucka, blucka, blucka

Bitch get hit with my Ciroc Vodka choppa

(Go) takin' body shots, blocka, blocka, blocka

Probably in your girls dreams, probably in your daughter locker

Top floor like I'm out tanning

And they stole your whole delivery, now thats outlandish

I guess like good delivery, man, I'm outstanding

Car tinted, I'm in it, til like I'm out camping, goddamit

I'm one hell of a guy, looking down on a cloud, thats one hell of a high

Bitch, I gets ghost, the way she screaming Big

Niggas couldn't tell if I was dead or alive



(Work it, work it)

Slight work, its light work

(Work it, work it)

The wrong drink, the right work

Slight work, light work

(Work it, work it)

The wrong drink, the right work

work, work, work, work

work, work, work, work

work, work, work, work



You already know, Finally Famous in this

D-Town to the DMV,

Probably got your girl going crazy, crazy, boiii, boi, boi



From the D-Town to the DMV,

I got all these bad bitches tryna get with me

From the D-Town to the DMV,

I got all these bad bitches tryna get on me

We need to see ID