[Verse 1: Like]
Listen, she say I'm gone a lot she cry I'm never home 
she thinks I'm out cheatin
She swears I'm tryna to bone she's losin trust in my 
she goin thru my phone she makin fake pages I had to 
change my code she ride by my house she sniffin dirty 
clothes she be like "Like I know you be out with them 
thirsty hoes" I'm like you buggin out I ain't concerned 
with those I'm tryna get this bread I'm sick of workin 
lowers she say I work her nerves
I make you nervous oh Ok, that's cool I see you later 
gotta work some more I'm on this paper chase it's 
nothin personal but what you offer me is less than what 
I'm searchin for she talk a lot of shit but it don't 
hurt no more she gettin fat tryna blame it on the birth 
control told her plain and simple this ain't gon' work 
no more I got money on my mind you ain't worth my dough
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Money Money make the world go 'round
20, 40, 60, 80
Money, Money make the girls go wild
200, 300, 400, 5
Girl I wanna kick it but I'm tryna get paid, so I'm 
focused on one thing, my paper, paper.
[Verse 2: TiRon]
It's kinda funny how you said ain't no good niggas left 
for the good sistas what's really good with ya at the 
start you was prayin for a goodie good but now you want 
a hood nigga, someone with good figures he prolly could 
get you sprung of the soul clubs and the clothes 
guzzlin the mo' you say you lookin for a dedicated love 
you'll never date a scrub a church goin man who's a 
educated thug it's like your brains all mixed up ya 
take all issed up but then you claim that you 
independent no man providin ya cash when we at the 
movies why we slide to the back when it's time to pay 
what kinda games you tryna play aim for the finer 
things fame and designer frames chains and the diamond 
rings names I be tryna chase can't stop apply the 
brakes maybe what I'm tryna say is...
[Chorus]
Baby baby baby I work...
[Verse 3: Like]
To get you out ya mommas house (and...)
To get your lazy ass of that couch
To get you to close your mouth and to stop you from 
yellin at me (fo' real) just the other day you threw 
melons at me but when my check came you was hella happy 
(why?) you see what I go thru and after all this I owe 
you? girl I'm still wearing old shoes hold up did you 
just order tofu? that's the highest thing on the menu 
let me guess want me to pay for your friend too (nope) 
this is cuttin like a ginsu knife to my soul oh you 
losin control just a year ago you fell in love with the 
flow now you just like the rap game in love with the 
dough
[Chorus]