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workin - ysb tril lyrics

[verse 1]
one thing bout me, a n*gga just tryna get rich
i been feeling like a shooting star
they see me they all gonna wish (yeah)
lowkey lowkey, ya b*tch she ain’t really ya b*tch
she done let the whole gang hit
i’ll be adding that b*tch to the list
[pre*chorus]
100s on 100s when it come to money, i never be having a sad day
running i’m running, the paper keep coming, i had to go get it the fast way
woke up to a lil bag today, know my ex b*tch mad at me
hoppin’ jets i’m in la
won’t trade this sh*t for anything

[chorus]
bout mine what a b*tch gon say
no birthday but she bring me that cake
h*lla shows, n*gga sold out dates
wanna see momma flex in a brand new wraith
i see lil shawty be packin it tryna get back in it
big brown bag be the birken
i try to lay off the hoes
they touchin they toes
they tempt a n*gga
it ain’t workin
go round the globe
your main hoe wanna meet
drop a light bag on a patek phillipe
get real rich, build a house on the beach
i can’t pop no xanny gon put me too sleep
burberry headband and gucci to collar
n*ggas can’t f*ck with me, why even bother
knew i was a star back when i was a toddler
i dream it, i want it, then i’m finna cop it
[verse 2]
want me to put her in rick owens
i hit the b*tch and she get goin’
ice on my neck, now this b*tch snowin’
just started gon’ keep growin’
i gotta get it, keep running it up
all these hoes scream my name when i hop off the bus
winked at ya hoe and she started to blush
looked at your b*tch as she knew what it was

[pre*chorus]
100s on 100s when it come to money, i never be having a sad day
running i’m running, the paper keep coming, i had to go get it the fast way
woke up to a lil bag today, know my ex b*tch mad at me
hoppin’ jets i’m in la
won’t trade this sh*t for anything

- ysb tril lyrics

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