A$AP Ferg – Work REMIX lyrics

(feat. A$AP Rocky, French Montana, Trinidad James & ScHoolboy Q)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]

I gotta close the window before I record

‘Cause New York don’t know how to be quiet

Stand up!

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]

Coogi down to the socks like I’m Biggie poppa

Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers

But really though, she a silly ho

‘Cause you know the Fergenstein gettin’ plenty dough

She don’t get nothin’ from a nigga though

All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios

Kinda silly though, but I’m lyrical

Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs

No tint though, on my window

So you see a nigga shinin’ in the Benzo

Ballin’, got me feelin’ like Jim Jones, I’m a pimp though

No limp though, couldn’t copy my style in Kinkos

Put in work, run up on a killer, then I put him in the dirt

Run up in the building, semi gon’ squirt

That’s what a nigga get when they gettin’ on my nerves

I ain’t lyin’, lay ’em on the curb

Ridin’ on a killer who be comin’ at Ferg (damn!)

Girl, you twerk, twerk that kitty, girl, make it purr

Put in work, Flacko put ’em in the dirt

French got the shovel, he gon’ put him in the earth

Trinidad maniac with an all-gold hearse

Yeah, uh, put in work

ScHoolboy Q with a pound of the purp

So much work he’ll smoke up the Earth

Polo Ground, A$AP World

[Verse 2: French Montana]

(Haaan!) That ain’t Kanye

That’s Montana, loose cannon

He shot me, so I had to do it

Put him in the dirt, put him in it first

I just sold a swammy with ten homis on it

Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it

When they mask up, comin’ for your ice

When they bare-faced, they comin’ for your life

Baby, don’t pray for me, pray for the weak

I’m drinkin’ lean, it help me sleep

Illuminati? I’m from the streets

Never sold my body, we takin’ bodies


Put in work, put in work

Put in work, put ’em in the dirt

[Verse 3: Trinidad James]

Shout out that motherland

12-years-old with guns in hand

They don’t ask no questions, nigga

All they do is bang bang bang

They don’t ask no questions, all they do is bang bang

I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad, I love ya

I do this for them shottas, Jamaica, I’m your brother

I know a bitch from VI

Yeah-yeah-yeah, that’s my partner

You got a problem with it

Then-then-then-then that’s your problem

I fuck with Asian niggas and I fuck with Migos

I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole

I said all I speak is real, y’all niggas might hate me

But that don’t get no deal

I said no, that don’t get no deal

I just now got my deal, but I been gettin’ this money

No green card in this struggle

Immigration give you nothin’ but work (put it in work)

[Verse 4: ScHoolboy Q]


A lot of niggas died, should’ve been from Hoover Street

No, I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week

Pimpin’ like I’m 33, move keys like I’m 36

Ship O’s like I’m 28

Tacoma know I’m pushin’ weight

O-X-Y, I’m in your state

Eatin’ off your dinner plate

My heart live where Santa stay

Super fly, I need a cape

Bitches throwin’ pussy back and forth, they on my dick

Passion drippin’ off her lip

She say she never had a Crip

Uh, put in work, all big booties make it twerk

All big titties lift your shirt

Show a player what you’re worth

Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front of the church

Deacon said I did my shit

The pastor said, “That nigga turnt.”

Pop my collar on my shirt

Make these bitches go berserk

Shippin’ units; Captain Kirk

Takin’ xannies, poppin’ percs

Might not last, I’ll bomb you first

Turn your backseat to a hearse

Back to the lab with mother Earth

Had to give Young Ferg a verse

[Verse 5: A$AP Rocky]

A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide

Drivin’ by, poppin’ nines, Pakistan, Columbine

Outta line, pistols barkin’ (argh argh), ride or die

Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs

You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets

The same niggas who jack it

Be the first who claim we faggots

My bitch is a movie actress

Side bitch won a beauty pageant

Got a chick that worked at Magic

But I’m so damn fine make a bitch look average

See, my daddy in Heaven, right next to Ferg’s

You know what’s up I’m throwin’ bucks

Loaded Lux; put in work

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