Kamre Green - Working lyrics

[Hook] Who that working? That's your boy Who that t**ng? That's your girl [Verse 1: Kamre Haze] f** sh**? I don't play that, you out of style like 8-tracks I roll an ounce and I face that, a drug test? I can't ace that That p**y sweet like it's payback, just don't tell her that I say that They call me k**a, I slay raps, one day I'll cop Maybach's That's Maybach's, that's plural, hoe, I'm with your girl and your girl a hoe That's a fact, if you didn't know, but I highly doubt that you didn't know I don't know what you want from me and I don't know what she want from me That p**y sh**, is not from me, sh** I drop is not bummy You could catch a bullet like op tummy's, and I'mma dip if I see a cop coming I ain't scared to walk, b**h, I'm not running, I'm the sh** but I'm not plumbing No more games, don't f** around, I'm done playing, I'm serious Said f** fame, don't need a crown, I keep slaying, you furious You know the name, I hold it down, if they keep paying, then I'm curious But if you think that I'll give it up, you f** boys are delirious [Hook] Who that working? That's your boy Who that t**ng? That's your girl [Verse 2: OG Tone] Yeah, you already know who it is in the building It's the OG Shout out that boy Kamre Haze October 5th Money is my only motherf**ing motive I wouldn't be one of the slaves to all the checks you owe him You best just, open up yourself, I'm warming up a little, that's a warning, fix your collar for I split it down the middle Don't talk dollars to me I was brought up in the family business with the tool belt on my waist Was hotter than the god damn Coogi on me Now, who saying, this basket case, truth paying, I'm filling up all the brackets with only a few statements Just call me the Blue Satan, I'm telling you really hate me, the celly is always blinging, you jealous, she seen my penis Get Kelly, we going live, can you pick up another Regis? If not, the Khameleono will shape-shift to new beings Just find me an Old English Got a lot of...stress on my mind and weight of verse and the world on my shoulders got these cops feeling like they gotta breathalyze, uh [Hook] Who that working? That's your boy Who that t**ng? That's your girl