That's for certain

Nails done, hair did, she a bad hoe (bad hoe)

Left my ass on read but I ain't mad though

Bad, bad, yeah she bad

Bad, bad, yeah she fuckin' bad

I said I work, work, work, work, work

Bitch, I'm workin'

That's for cer-, cer-, cer-, cer-, cer-

That's for certain

Work, work, work, workin'

Work, work, work, work, bitch I'm workin'

She got that ass against the wall, yeah

I'm 'bout to risk it all, yeah

'Bout to hit it all night until the break of dawn, yeah

Bad little bitties in my way on the regular

If you wanna chance gotta put you on my schedule

No hype man, hype man

I don't need no hype man

I be on my game like I'm on a fuckin' vyvanse

Dance, baby, we can dance, huh, aye

Let me know

Plans baby I got plans huh, aye

There he go

Nails done (nails done)

Hair did (hair did)

Thick hoe, bad bitch

I said she bad, bad, yeah she fuckin' bad

Bad, bad, yeah she fuckin' bad

I said she work, work, work, work, work

Yeah, she workin'

That's for cer-, cer-, cer-, cer-, cer-

That's for certain and she

Work, work, work, workin'

Work, work, work, work, yeah she workin'

That booty is unimaginable, fashionable, palatable

Habitable, admirable, yuh, bad to the bone

Bad for the heart, bad for the car

Got me drivin' in the middle of the dark

On the freeway in the left lane

Better make way, better stay safe

Better change lane, better grip grain

Can you behave, can you maintain

While I break the speed limit on the

Way to get laid, yuh

Gotta get paid, gotta get dough

Gotta get low, gotta get more money

I'm a nobody, hit the road buddy

If you go, better go buddy

Cross that line and I'll leave you with

Your nose bloody

Been around the block

I ain't worried 'bout the showbiz

I don't need no help I can do it on my own bitch

In the club (yuh)

Feeling grimy (aye)

Got a problem (oh no)

Come and find me

We can go, go

Bitch we can go

Go, go, go

Yeah, you don't want this

work, work, work, work, work

That I'm serving

That's for cer-, cer-, cer-, cer-, cer-

That's for certain

Work, work, work, workin'

Work, work, work, work, bitch I'm workin'

Hit 'em in the front, hit 'em in the back

Everybody rap, everybody wack

Motherfuckers really wanna act tough

Wanna act hard, they're going to end up in the middle of a

Box in the back of a black car

Nascar go go fast

I be on that ass

You should watch your back

I run with a pack

Wrong place, wrong time, yeah

You can talk shit online and

Ima find you offline and reshape your jawline

Flip the script, change the pace

Shoot the shot, fade away

Walk away sippin' gatorade cause everybody

Knows that I rock the bones like 808s