Steves J. Bryan - Work In My Bag lyrics
Intro Yohann what's up man? My k**ing machine… (It's The Sniper kid) You sick for this one. (Laughs) high mind entertainment Evolution studios baby… u get a high mind evolution (laughs) Verse 1 I got the flavor of the hood; yo call me the hot sauce My bag's full of surprise but, I ain't Santa Clause See I stay dope boy fresher than anyone on the block I move that work boy faster than any gun sending shots Ey yo my backpacks full of meal my money my interest I'm down black, for any deal for dollar I'm restless I'm making major moves; still money getting and bawling Supplying the whole hood I could sell rocks to the mountains See it's rather u get paid or get laid by misery Homie I stay straight and get weight; get my salary That's why I walk whit it and keep my work in it It got my back my business... They wonder if I sleep whit it Laptop I pad PSP candies and condoms Pen and pad books toothbrush it's kinda like my home son So I roll with my bag in the school of the streets I got them homework ready to trade them for something to eat Chorus I got my work in my bag work, work in my bag,(Hustler) work in my bag work, work in my bag (Dope Boys) Work in my bag work, work in my bag (Hustler) I work work wa work and get my cash(Dope boys) X 2 Verse 2 Ok my mind's on my money and my money's on my mind They say time is money so I work money whit my time My seconds are dollars my minutes is business My hustles are hour every day I work to get this See its strong weeks of calculating and stacking chips Hard months an*lyzing investing and taking risks My years are enterprises, player like a brain I'm getting mind (mines) And when it comes for vacation (BAWLIN) I'm flying high I'm making it happen I'm bout my paper; success for me is mandatory Keep my eyes on the business, minding my business, my bag is full homie I got the block on lock I'm the locksmith I sell you keys I'm the fly cat I got hood rats after my cheese My brains the motor my mind's the engine So I let the wheels of my action spin on the road of fortune And I'm getting it, and I ain't getting tired If my traffic f** up man I'm just switching tires Chorus x2 Verse 3 They say time is money, so pay attention Be wise and observe, this game is full of the tension Put your work in your bag see life is life a school God's the principal follow the principles don't break the rules And get your money right, if not player you wrong If you ain't here for dough u better sit your a** home And See my money longer than John, it ain't silver its platinum And my work pops like grease no wonder my pockets getting fat son Plus my bag Carry Cannons like Mariah and Nick And Fiends can't divorce whit my product; They're like Pinket and Smith And I'm physically fit lyrically sick my flows cold I spit blizzard like I recorded in North Pole I got that fire… damn sure I move my work When my sh** hit the block it makes more noise than a firework Plus my bag clean man, I keep my hands out of dirt My brain is the bag that be holding all the work Chorus I got my work in my bag work, work in my bag,(Hustler) work in my bag work, work in my bag (Dope Boys) Work in my bag work, work in my bag (Hustler) I work work wa work and get my cash DOPEBOYS… HUSTLER… DOPEBOYS… HUSTLER… DOPEBOYS…