Work Part 2 Lyrics

[Hook]

I used to love these hoes
But now I love this money!

Hoes, I used to have a lot of kind
But when they realize that I gotta grind
Hoes, I used to have a lot of kind
But when they realize
I replaced the lies and the thighs and the hotter dimes
With the f*ckin rhymes and the ties and the dolla signs
The symbol of the producers
I full want my mental producers
I'm leaving these haters clueless
When I spit because they missin' what I get because I'm cold
Real niggas listen to the shit that I unfold
I cannot believe that whether they used to be lovin' these hoes
Now that I be on my money, it's funny the way that I govern these hoes I cannot believe that whether they used to be lovin' these hoes
Now that I be on my money, it's funny the way that I govern these hoes
And I be runnin' these hoes, doin' whatever I wanna do with em
As long as I be on my paper, cus I'm gon' let nothing in front of me after my currency flow
And if we getting the fetty so up
But I throw it away but the bitches don't want
If they talk about me
Your position to fall will be nothing
I'm done wit yo frontin', just give me yo dollars, I don't wanna holler
I don't want yo woman, I want the Apollo
But see for the Benjamins I got my shotta
And Twista love dollars but I admit

[Hook]

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