P-Lo - Going To Work lyrics

[Intro] 3 White hoes, I'm a giant in my city like fee fi fo Shout out to the homies repping 3,5,4 We dont even need to talk b**h i need my dough (ugh) Real talk you need to understand it Getting money what the plan is Young thug catch me chilling where the fan is Hit a b**h once dip off then i vanish (ugh) [Hook] I be going to work (going to work) I be going to work (going to work) Real talk (real talk) I be going to work (going to work) I be going to work (going to work) Real talk (real talk) I be going to work (going to work) I be going to work (going to work) Real talk (real talk) I be going to work (going to work) I be going to work (going to work) Real talk (real talk) (Young, Rich, Motha f**a) Real Talk! [Verse 1] And im mobbin still, moving heavy in the streets like i body build On the grind, trying to see how that Bugatti feel They be talking bout that money, but its not as real Oooh they dont really want it Nooo they dont really want it Young thug used to be up on the corner Better leave your girl at home she a goner Ugh, I'm a mack tho, tell a stuck up b**h, throw it back tho No booty so I hit it from the back tho Make it bigger you already know how that go (ugh) And I'm still ridin, motha f**as always hate I don't co sign em Young rich motha f**a keep that dough pilin Got your girl on my tip with no title (ugh) [Hook] I be going to work (going to work) I be going to work (going to work) Real talk (real talk) I be going to work (going to work) I be going to work (going to work) Real talk (real talk) I be going to work (going to work) I be going to work (going to work) Real talk (real talk) I be going to work (going to work) I be going to work (going to work) Real talk (real talk) [Verse 2] No they still can't stop me Got a freaky puerto rican always call me papi b**h give me top and I like it sloppy She f**ing with a thug cuz im lightweight poppin (ugh) In the strip club eating chicken wings You dont even know but she been a freak Hit it seven times it ain't been a week Genuine how I'm in them jeans I dont even know why they hate for Im a young thug by the bank roll Young king how the rank go They be talking that they balling but they ain't (oh) Me being broke no way Young motha f**a getting dough okay Won't stop till I get it On the grind tryna get gold chains and the b**hes (aye) [Hook] I be going to work (going to work) I be going to work (going to work) Real talk (real talk) I be going to work (going to work) I be going to work (going to work) Real talk (real talk) I be going to work (going to work) I be going to work (going to work) Real talk (real talk) I be going to work (going to work) I be going to work (going to work) Real talk (real talk) [Outro] I be going to work I be going to work Real talk I be going to work (aye) Lil b**h, lil ho Thought this a f**in game I do this for real (huh)