Work Of Art Lyrics by Shoreline Mafia, OHGEESY, Fenix Flexin
Yea
(Niggas can′t *** with Baby E)
(If I ain’t makin $, I′m with JValley)
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Bae I got a question, tell me what’s your salary?
You a work of art you belong in a gallery
We could run it up, burn a lot of calories
Keep broke *** away (achoo), I got allergies
Gettin’ too much money is that why these niggas mad at me?
Too turnt up, yea that′s the way I had to be
They going out bad, out sad, what a tragedy
Top notch *** I don′t *** with hoes that’s raggedy
Can′t you see baby girl that’s why I′m ***’ with you
Green twenties, pink fifties, and the hunnids is blue
One day you′ll be my *** and i’ma run it by you
New shoes, new bag, I might get you a coupe
Put you on something new give you residuals too
You don’t gotta say you feeling me I′m feeling you too
Take a dip in the jacuzzi and a swim in the pool
Order take out smoke a blunt with it too
Pop a clase azul and get drunk with it too
You could bring your best friend she gon′ *** with it too
Bae you *** with a gangsta, a gentleman too
Careful when you *** with me get stuck like some glue
It’s money on the phone I′m pickin’ up every time
Know I need every penny, but I ain′t droppin’ no dimes
If I ain′t pickin’ off your plate, why you picking off mine?
I swear that *** do voodoo lil baby still on my mind
When I look up in the past I came a long way
R.I.P. the dead homies I miss ’em all day
You postin′ jewelry on the gram but it′s all fake
Cut my grass I looked down, it was all snakes
‘Geesy finna pick me up ten times if I fall aye
Lil baby know I got some long *** and some long pape′
Brought some molly with me *** her right we made a whole tape
Nut up in her mouth, all he tasted was some Colgate
Rack flipper, cash getter, tryna grab niggas
I ain’t tryna squabble, ain′t no blicky, i’ma *** niggas
You know we gon′ stand on bidness like a bidness man
Peanut butter Gen-5 spinnin’ like the ceiling fan
Who need it? huh aye
We on they block buttons on us, yeah we tryna *** a demon huh aye
Spin they block, double back, they tryna hell that *** breathin’
But it′s too late
All these niggas too fake, but pop it like they shoot K′s
You know I got that water boy that Bobby Boucher
I just made a hunnid twenty thousand off of two plays
Play with us you know we on your top we on your toupee
I been tryna been since a jit not no 2K
This *** will make a *** jump back and fix a tooth ache
That *** bomb ass hell, that’s my baby that′s my boo thang