Work (freestyle) Lyrics

Big Sant Work (freestyle)

I guess it's bout that time for me to tell you what is what
Just hopped about the benz, that bitch ain't mine but I'm gonn stunt
Ain't got nothing to lean but any club I'm bout to ball
One inch bonufied 10, but bitch I'm sitting tall
And I ain't flirting with your bitch unless she bout to bring her friend
Don't get em hoes down, off in they purse I'm bout to spend
I'm talking dollar signs, top bottles services and the man
Ain't signing overseas, they know it's me cause I'm a pimp
Look yeah I grew up costing that dirty water
Right the corner from the bad bitches
Send the street with my nigga, boo the redline
My brother grim
Hopped on 22 he a jackie john and my brother rick
Then I went the other way, I hit the a with a truck of brick
Ok I'm like just a bag of crow, did the dirty bird
With some dirty hoes, I pull em out and they thickin 4
Y'all rappers dope and I'm serving all,
My fat boy to the big man, domestic calling me big sant
But that check right, I'm out of sight
When that whole clip the unstanded
I work, work, work, work
Yeah I got that bitch I got that work, work, work, work
I work, work, work, work
Yeah I got that bitch I got that work, work, work, work
I work, work, work, work
Yeah I got that bitch I got that work, work, work, work
Yeah I got that, got that, work, work, work.