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Putting In Work Video (MV)




Performed By: King Jay
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Jason Johnson Jr




King Jay - Putting In Work Lyrics
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I been putting in work, Iced out chain on me, yes sir
I just hopped in the SRT, let's swerve
Young nigga just hit the curb, yeah
Lil' shawty just get on my nerves, yeah Lil' shawty keep yappin' and shit
I told that lil' bitch that she bout to get curved
Then she suck me up, this lil hoe put in work, yeah
I told her forget what I told you, Just gave a couple bands to my lil' soldier
Swear to god that lil nigga will fold you
I keep a motherf*ckin' stick thought I told you
Just went to the range, I practice my aim
If I run up on you, I'm leavin' a stain I'm runnin' up money, I'm gettin' that bank
Yeah, big bank, yeah, my pockets got some weight
Used to be broke, I ain't have no money
Back then, niggas would look at me funny
But now, lil' boy, I get straight to the bands
These lame niggas hatin', the f*ck is you sayin?
I been workin' so hard, I grind every day
But I can't slow down, I gotta keep goin
These niggas want money, I swear they all fake These bitches want money, that's why they keep hoeing
That bitch on my swag, I'm rich and she know it
These bitches is snakes, I hit em with cobras
Hit that lil' bitch with a cobra F*ck that lil' bitch, then I tell her it's over
I feel like I'm Carti, I never am sober
I'm high off the money, I'm high off my life
You gotta get high like this, gotta try
These niggas, just doubted me, look at them now
They hoeless and broke, I'm rich and they not
I got a few shooters, they love sending shots
They like Curry from three, man, they always on dot
Shooters around me, shooters everywhere
Your bitch around me, yeah, I'm in her ear
I'm tellin' that hoe what she wanna hear
She say I'm the goat, baby, oh, yeah
That bitch gave me throat, baby, oh, yeah
Yeah, baby, yo, yeah
F*ck that lil' hoe, then make her disappear
Got too many clothes, I ain't never wear
My money too long, yeah, I just forgot
Got too much money, I'll never share
I give to my brother's cause they was here
When I was down and out, uh, that's why I love them
Yeah I'm in love with my cutter, yeah
Got a new Drake with a Beam and if I up it, then that boy in trouble
When I was youngin I used to have dreams
I got up out the bed, and got me some money
These niggas ain't woke up yet, that's funny
Big bankroll on me, it's coming
These niggas wanna be like me, that's funny
I been putting in work, Iced out chain on me, yes sir
I just hopped in the SRT, let's swerve
Young nigga just hit the curb, yeah
Lil' shawty just get on my nerves, yeah Lil' shawty keep yappin' and shit
I told that lil' bitch that she bout to get curved
Then she suck me up, this lil hoe put in work
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I been putting in work, Iced out chain on me, yes sir
I just hopped in the SRT, let's swerve
Young nigga just hit the curb, yeah
Lil' shawty just get on my nerves, yeah Lil' shawty keep yappin' and shit
I told that lil' bitch that she bout to get curved
Then she suck me up, this lil hoe put in work, yeah
I told her forget what I told you, Just gave a couple bands to my lil' soldier
Swear to god that lil nigga will fold you
I keep a motherf*ckin' stick thought I told you
Just went to the range, I practice my aim
If I run up on you, I'm leavin' a stain I'm runnin' up money, I'm gettin' that bank
Yeah, big bank, yeah, my pockets got some weight
Used to be broke, I ain't have no money
Back then, niggas would look at me funny
But now, lil' boy, I get straight to the bands
These lame niggas hatin', the f*ck is you sayin?
I been workin' so hard, I grind every day
But I can't slow down, I gotta keep goin
These niggas want money, I swear they all fake These bitches want money, that's why they keep hoeing
That bitch on my swag, I'm rich and she know it
These bitches is snakes, I hit em with cobras
Hit that lil' bitch with a cobra F*ck that lil' bitch, then I tell her it's over
I feel like I'm Carti, I never am sober
I'm high off the money, I'm high off my life
You gotta get high like this, gotta try
These niggas, just doubted me, look at them now
They hoeless and broke, I'm rich and they not
I got a few shooters, they love sending shots
They like Curry from three, man, they always on dot
Shooters around me, shooters everywhere
Your bitch around me, yeah, I'm in her ear
I'm tellin' that hoe what she wanna hear
She say I'm the goat, baby, oh, yeah
That bitch gave me throat, baby, oh, yeah
Yeah, baby, yo, yeah
F*ck that lil' hoe, then make her disappear
Got too many clothes, I ain't never wear
My money too long, yeah, I just forgot
Got too much money, I'll never share
I give to my brother's cause they was here
When I was down and out, uh, that's why I love them
Yeah I'm in love with my cutter, yeah
Got a new Drake with a Beam and if I up it, then that boy in trouble
When I was youngin I used to have dreams
I got up out the bed, and got me some money
These niggas ain't woke up yet, that's funny
Big bankroll on me, it's coming
These niggas wanna be like me, that's funny
I been putting in work, Iced out chain on me, yes sir
I just hopped in the SRT, let's swerve
Young nigga just hit the curb, yeah
Lil' shawty just get on my nerves, yeah Lil' shawty keep yappin' and shit
I told that lil' bitch that she bout to get curved
Then she suck me up, this lil hoe put in work
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Writer: Jason Johnson Jr
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