Wale - Slight Work (Feat. Big Sean)
Got to work (slight work, light work)
D-town to the DMV
(Diplo, wassup!)
Probably got your girl going crazy
(Drunk right bitches)
I can do it all and it ain't no problem
Ain't nobody harder than a nigga Folarin
Bitch, I go hard, I'm balling, I'm globetrotting
And my flow art my nigga, I'm Mozart with it
It's often I do this
I turn a straight prude bitch into a nudist
Foolish, I be on that new shit
And I'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with
Ain't nobody checking for your garbage
Lot of intuition, I ain't never finished college
Never hit the mall and forever get it all
Any broad bet I lay her like I'm dressing for the fall, nigga
And I'm all that, couldn't pass through the door
Shorty was Pinkberry sweet but I ain't lactose
I ain't trying to brag though, I just know I'm that dope
Kick game bojack, my Bo Jacks Tae Bo
Haha, and it ain't no problem
You race to these broads, I relay and baton them
Bitches ain't around one thou
But when you step out, why these bitches run out
Double-M-G shit, I put the set down
Rick James that, bad bitches on the couch
Word play, Olubowale my first name
I think I'm Koko B. Ware, you just a bird babe
I got a pair of J's, I roll a pair of J's
We up in Diamond Supply, spending that carat cake
Let them marinate, you forever late
A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state
Slight work, it's light work
The wrong drink, the right work
Slight work, light work
The wrong drink, the right work
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work it up
Bitch you ain't a boss 'til you cut a fucking paycheck
Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex
Man, and I ain't into saving these hos
My nigga, tell me where you see a cape at?
B-I, B-I, bitch, B-I-G
Two things I don't need are you and my ID
I'ma need a yellow cab and a yellow bad bitch
Green faces but a nigga dodging yellow badges
Woop! Hahaha, 'cause I'm drunk, yeah, okay
Under 25, living the fucking life
White America said I'd be doing 25 to life
And just for that, I'ma blow 25 tonight
You make 25 a year, I make 25 a night, whoa
Blocka-blocka-blocka, bitch get hit
With my Ciroc-a Vodka chopper
Taking body shots, blocka-blocka-blocka
Probably in your girl's dreams
Probably in your daughter's locker
Top floor like I'm out tanning
And they stole your whole delivery, now that's outlandish
I guess like the delivery man, I'm outstanding
Car tinted, I'm in that tint like I'm out camping
God damn it, I'm one hell of a guy
Looking down on a cloud: that's a hell of a high
Bitch I gets ghost, the way she screaming "Big"
Niggas couldn’t tell if I was dead or alive
Slight work, it's light work
The wrong drink, the right work
Slight work, light work
The wrong drink, the right work
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work it up, let's go
(Man, you already know
Finally Famous in this bitch)
Slight work, light work
Slight work, light work
Slight work, light work
Slight work, light work
Slight work, light work
(D-Town to the DMV)
Slight work
(Probably got your girl going crazy, crazy)
Slight work, light work
(From the D-Town to the DMV)
Slight work, light work
(Got all these bad bitches
Trying to get on me, got to work)
Yeah, from the D-Town to the DMV
Got all these bad bitches
Trying to get on me
Haha, we need to see ID