Cash Clay Put In That Work (feat. P. Lee)
Put in that work featuring P. Lee
Hook:
I grinded hard for this
I grinded hard for this
I had to put that in that work
I done got robbed and shit
I had to cut off a couple friends
I put my heart in this
I had to weigh it and bag it up
I grinded hard for this
Verse 1:
Stretching them penny's to dollars
Used to look out for impalas/
Now them pigs pull up in anything might have to run with the product/
I met some plugs while in college, I met some plugs in jail/
It's like a secret society can't f..ck with niggas that tell/
Got no respect for yo self, Heard you be talking with 12/
I got no love for yo kind, you should get hit with some shells/
I had to weigh it and bag it I'm riding dirty in traffic/
Your homie always be flexing they stuck em up like a cactus/
I do this shit with no practice, I never show up to practice/
I heard these niggas was sleeping on me, they must think I am a mattress/
My lady look like a actress, smell the loud thru the plastic/
Killing everything you hear me on start wheeling in the caskets/
Hook:
I grinded hard for this
I grinded hard for this
I had to put that in that work
I done got robbed and shit
I had to cut off a couple friends
I put my heart in this
I had to weigh it and bag it up
I grinded hard for this
Verse 2:
Got up my weight on my own, I found a way on way own/
You can't be talking too crazy watch what you say on the phone/
We used to sit on the stoop smoke and just talk about loot/
I need a whip with some leg room I am to tall for the coupe/
Got my first pack from sledge that nigga went to the Feds/
He didn't tell on a soul he did his time instead/
Mom and pops really didn't have it I had to get me some bread/
Short cut or the straight backs but most my of my niggas had dreads/
Constantly moving them O's, most of you niggas is hoes/
Ten down on the pavement, I had to stay on my toes/
Bitch I got morals and values I am not breaking the code/
When it was a drought in the hood, I had to get on the road/
