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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Puff Daddy & The Family
Vocals
Travis Scott
Vocals
Big Sean
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rob Holladay
Composer
Sean Combs
Composer
Chazwick Bradley Bundick
Composer
Cydel Young
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Testa
Mixing Engineer
Fabian Marascuillo
Mixing Engineer
Maximillian Jaeger
Recording Engineer
Gregg Rominiecki
Recording Engineer
Kuk Harrell
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Then you get another chance tomorrow, I don't hustle like that
I hustle like this, there's not a second left
You know there's tomorrow, I'm hustlin' like there's only
One more second left of this hustle
[Verse 2]
Don't bother me, I'm workin'
Don't bother me, I'm workin'
Don't bother me, I'm workin'
Don't bother me, I'm workin'
Don't, workin'
[Verse 3]
Can't you see I'm on the phone, bitch
Don't, don't be comin' over here with that shit when I'm (Workin')
Call me Mr. Combs and I'm nine digits strong
**** hating on me but it's not (Workin')
When I was nineteen I walked in the house
And I told my momma she could stop (Workin')
When you **** used to beatbox on the block
BIG and D-Rock, they was gettin' that (Workin')
Then I linked up with some **** from my hood
Who's was known for puttin' that (Workin')
And if your record ain't half, nah
Then your song, and your song wasn't (Workin')
Ran into this young Joan, tell her come home
She asked for a check, I said, bitch, is you (Workin')?
Now every time she call, I don't even pick up
I just hit her with the text, like
[Verse 4]
Don't bother me, I'm workin'
Don't bother me, I'm workin'
Yeah, put your hands together
Don't bother me, I'm workin'
Don't bother me, I'm workin'
Yeah, I ain't finished, I ain't finished
Don't, workin'
[Verse 5]
I do this shit for B.I.G. so if you don't like me
Fuck you and the building you (Workin')
If you see us in the club with Cîroc by the tub
We ain't have fun, ****, we (Workin')
In the DJ booth like an independent group
Like, look, this record we (Workin')
Play this shit a hundred times, if you don't
We gon' be in here every single night that you (Workin')
Shout out to my people with a job
I hope you don't fall asleep tomorrow when you (Workin')
I was mackin' on this chick, my partner tapped me on the back
I turned around like, ****, can't you see me (Workin')?
She a waitress or a stripper
If it's past midnight and she tell you she (Workin')
And we hustle before we can play, so even on Memorial Day, my ****
[Verse 6]
Don't bother me, I'm workin'
Don't bother me, I'm workin'
Don't bother me, I'm workin'
Don't bother me, I'm workin'
[Verse 7]
I can't feel my face, will I live today?
Way too many drugs for me to feel your love
Lookin' for something, I can't stand this place
I can't stand this place, we just in this place (Yeah, work)
[Verse 8]
Don't bother me when I'm workin'
Please don't bother her when she jerkin'
It goes down behind these curtains
Gotta watch out 'cause these **** lurkin'
Gotta watch the block, we makin' these purchases
Gotta take a girl to find a new surgeon
'Cause who ever designed that ass, it ain't workin'
All my hundred shot vodka still goin' up (Yeah)
Need some blue dot in my cup
('Cause the shit ain't workin') Straight up
(No, this shit ain't workin') Straight up
[Verse 9]
You are fuckin' with the Don, I'm talkin' he world renowned
Did every single thing right like I traveled through time
I come to your city and town but you cannot travel through mine
All I care about is mine and how to get it all, all the time
It fuck with me when the card declined
Now when you call the card the declined
Sell a bitch, don't fall in love, fall in line, twenty-five to life
[Verse 10]
Yeah, I'm goin' in for real, see, I'm in the field like center field
Everybody wanna be the realist ****
Boy, there ain't no **** real as Emmett Till
Nights I would pray for real, I said my grace 'fore I hit a meal
Ain't nobody in my business except the ones who do the business deals
Runnin' shit, even when I'm sittin' still, yeah, bitch, I'm still workin'
[Verse 11]
You got it right, I'm still (Workin')
I call up my girl, I can't lie, baby, this shit not (Workin')
You went to sleep and woke up, and I'm still in the office
And **** been (Workin')
You been workin' forever
Your ass still in debt, I guess your work ain't (Workin')
Written by: Chazwick Bradley Bundick, Cydel Young, Jacques Webster, Robert Deandre Watson, Sean Combs, Sean Michael Anderson