Dj Khaled - Work For It lyrics

[DJ Khaled:] DJ Khaled! [Big Sean:] Make me give up everything I worked for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for Sunday, you ain't got to church though I still bless you but you what come first though Make me give up everything I worked for Sunday, that's what they pray to church for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for You gon' get this Rollie off the wrist, yeah You gon have my phone full of all your pics, yeah You gon' have me flying in and out of town You said you've been losing weight and dropping pounds Damn, I think I'm 'bout to leave the one I'm with Start a new relationship with you, this is what you do I had you after twelve but you came right after at two I could have anything I want but I still want you, that's the truth I'm not really into the sentimentals Just me and you behind the tinted windows While you throwing all these innuendos We just finna' f** up all the incidentals at the SLS That's LA confidential, show me everything that you've been through We only do what we meant to like, woah This that, titties on the gla**, pull the curtains sh** This that, f** you in the air, no service dick This that, call his a** right now, say you're deserting him This that, call him while we f**ing so he heard the sh** Make me give up everything I worked for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for Sunday, you ain't got to church though I still bless you but you what come first though Make me give up everything I worked for Sunday, that's what they pray to church for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for [Gucci Mane:] Money stalking me its like the money talk to me So if you ain't talking bout money then don't talk to me (shh) I work with dope boys, I keep a fork on me, (skrt) I'm in my drop top but won't let you get the drop on me (catch up) I keep the yop on me in trouble since the follow me I take my pistol to the mall my pistol shop with me That b**h is jockin' me, and young n***as admire me Yeah, but I'm a product of the streets so they won't hire me [2 Chainz:] Can't let you play me off the streets you know I got kids And more major keys than a locksmith I could teach you n***as how to rock this My bed was a pallet on the carpet My ride was a bus named MARTA Pillow full of Estee Lauder n***a, I'm allergic to a charger Left the foreign cars in my garage, ah [Big Sean:] Make me give up everything I worked for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for Sunday, you ain't got to church though I still bless you but you what come first though Make me give up everything I worked for Sunday, that's what they pray to church for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for I'm takin' risks, she takin' pills, takin' pics, day job night job Jamaican sh**, I stick to the basics, not a basic b**h You deserve a young young legendary Heart throb speeding up your respiratory Treat these others hoes secondary I couldn't even cheat with my secretary Faithful to you even when I'm on road Even if I'm on a different coast I'm a still make you feel close mama I'm addicted to your a** and titties When you dance the bedroom turn to Magic City Got my a** thrown hundreds, fifties Outta thin air yeah that's magic tricking I take you to the Caribbean Your mind is clear as the water you swimming in In and out that b**h like we amphibians I won't change next season for ya like they did Aunt Vivian I'm a put you on the businesses, I'm a divy up the dividends I'm a show you what the f** commitment is, baby Make me give up everything I worked for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for Sunday, you ain't got to church though I still bless you but you what come first though Make me give up everything I worked for Sunday, that's what they pray to church for You gon' make me give up everything I worked for