Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wale
Vocals
Cherie Lily
Background Vocals
Big Sean
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Taylor
Songwriter
Derek Allen
Songwriter
Olubowale Akintimehin
Songwriter
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
Thomas Wesley Pentz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wale
Executive Producer
Derek Allen
Mixing Engineer
Diplo
Producer
Kev "No Credit" Spencer
Recording Engineer
Rick Ross
Executive Producer
Tal Miller
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got work (Slight work)
D-town to the DMV
Dip lo wassup
Got your girl going crazy
Drunk white bitches
(Work it)
(W-w-work it oh)
I can do it all and it ain't no problem
Ain't nobody harder than a ****
Folarin
Bitch I hard
I'm balling I'm globe trotting
And my flow art my ****
I'm Mozart with it
It's all good
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 even finish college
Never hit the mall and forever get it all
Any broad better layer like I'm dressing for the fall n***a
And I'm all that
Hit the passenger door
Shawty was pink berry sweet and I ain't lactose
I ain't trying to brag tho
I just know I'm that dope
Kick game Bow Jacks
My Bow Jacks Tai bow
Hah
And it ain't no problem
You race to these broads
I relay 'em baton 'em
Bitches in here
One thou
But when you step out why the bitches run out
Double MG shit I put the set down
Rick James back
Bad bitches on the couch
Ahh wordplay
Olubowale my first name
I think I'm Koko Beware
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 carrot cake
Let it marinate
You forever late
A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state
[Verse 2]
(Work it work it)
Slight work
It's light work
(Work it work it)
The wrong drink
The right work
Slight work
Light work
(Work it work it)
The wrong drink
The right work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
[Verse 3]
Bitch you ain't a boss till you cut a fucking pay check
Only thing between me and your bitch is latex
Man and I ain't into saving these hoes
My **** tell me where you see a cape at
B I B I bitch B I G
The 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 **** dodging yellow badges whoop
'Cause I'm drunk
Yeah ok
Under twenty-five living the fucking life
White America said I'll be doing twenty-five to life
And just for that
I'ma blow twenty-five tonight
You make twenty-five a year
I make twenty-five a night whoa
Block-a block-a block-a
Bitch get hit with my Ciroca Vodka chopper
Taking body shots
Block-a block-a block-a
Probably in your girls dreams
Probably in your daughters locker
Top floor like I'm out tanning
And they stole your whole delivery
Now that's outlandish
I guess like good delivery man
I'm outstanding
Car tinted
I'm in it till 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
**** couldn't tell if I was dead or alive
[Verse 4]
(Work it work it)
Slight work
It's light work
(Work it work it)
The wrong drink
The right work
Slight work
Light work
(Work it work it)
The wrong drink
The right work
Work work work work
Work work work work
Work work work work
[Verse 5]
You already know
Finally famous in this
Slight work
Light work
Slight work
Light work
Slight work
Light work
D-town to the DMV
Probably got your girl going
Crazy crazy
Slight work
Light work
From the D-town to the DMV
I got all these bad bitches trying to get with me
From the D-town to the DMV
I got all these bad bitches trying to get on me
We need to see ID
Written by: David Taylor, Derek Allen, Diplo, Olubowale Akintimehin, Sean Anderson