Werkin' Girls Lyrics

[Vers 1: Angel Haze]
Okay I’m rambo I ramshack
I’m next to that cheese like rat traps
On top of that green like grass ass
That’s over yall head like snapbacks
I get it where I fit in, put up then I put in
Tryin' to find the ass so I can put my fucking foot in
Run this shit no I run this shit
Don’t give one fuck put the run this shit
I did what I say I did
Did not fabricate one bit
I have been the fucking realest it’s my exit near the clit
That’s where I was born fuck what you want
All about me bitch fuck what you doin'
Round of applause bitches slap me with some clappin
Show my whole fucking ass like a fat bitch chaps
But I’ll be running that shit like a motherfuckin' tracker
Like I run on sense like a motherfuckin' chopper
Like a cheetah in the jungle but I’m motherfucking faster
Like a pre-teen boy in the church with a pastor
Hold up I’m not serious I’m just playin—psych
Fuck your opinion bitch I mean it when I’m sayin that

[Hook: Angel Haze]
Money and more money is the only shit I’m after
You can cut the fake shit
I’m not a motherfuckin' actor
I’m on top of my green like a motherfucking tractor
You niggas you ‘bout to be bitches you bitches 'bout to be Casper

[Vers 2: Angel Haze]
I’ll be on that other shit got that from my other bitch
She come from an island or a desert or some tundra shit
I am multi-faceted, bitch I do a tone of shit
Like I’m diarrhea or whatever sitting under it
I’m nasty, I’m insane, I’m too much, I spit grains
I came from the fuckin’ bottom
I’m top now, I shift lanes, I kick shit, like dope shit
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Get in my way I fuck up everything
Like ho shit
See, they that I wouldn't
I do whatever they said I couldn't
I’m not the one to be fucked with
Or to be tough with
I be on your head like duck, duck, duck bitch
I be in the air like pump-pumped up fists
Nah, I’m like up-chuck like gut fish like hands up my skirt
Like when you let me fuck bitch

[Hook: Angel Haze]
Money and more money is the only shit I’m after
You can cut the fake shit
I’m not a motherfuckin' actor
I’m on top of my green like a motherfucking tractor
You niggas you ‘bout to be bitches you bitches 'bout to be Casper

[Vers 3: Angel Haze]
I’m an undefeated bastard
My tongue is the fucking rapture, bitch
I be at my peak, I am not the one to be mastered
I’m the one to be after, I’m sweeping you while I’m dusting
I just popped up out the blue, I’m spontaneously combusting
Spit a little different, give me just a minute
Beat the beat down bitch, fresh it then I kill it
We are not the same but they don’t really get it
Tell ‘em do the math, hoe—fraction, division
Sick so sick help drop me in a clinic
Eat em for the answer they not the beginning (?)
Cause I ki-ki-ki-kill it ‘till it’s flat dead
And never pass a rock like a motherfucking crackhead

[Hook: Angel Haze]
Money and more money is the only shit I’m after
You can cut the fake shit
I’m not a motherfuckin' actor
I’m on top of my green like a motherfucking tractor
You niggas you ‘bout to be bitches you bitches 'bout to be Casper