Video Workin de Ysb Tril 2024 Rap Lyrics

Ysb Tril - Workin Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Smoove made it

[Chorus]
'Bout mine, what a bitch gon' say?
No birthday, but she bring me that cake
Hella shows, nigga, sold out dates
Wanna see mama flex in a brand new Wraith
I see lil' shawty be packin' it, tryna get back in it
Big brown bag be the Birkin
I try to lay off the hoes, they touchin' they toes
To tempt a nigga, it ain't workin'
Go 'round the globe, your main ho wanna meet
Drop a light bag on a Patek Phillipe
Get real rich, build a house on the beach
I can't pop no Xanny, gon' put me to sleep
Burberry headband and Gucci the collar
They can't even fuck with me, why even bother?
Knew I was a star back when I was a toddler
Dream that I want it then I'm finna cop it

[Verse 1]
One thing bout me, yeah
A nigga just tryna get rich
I be feelin' like a shooting star
They see me, they all gonna wish (Yeah)
Low-key, low-key
Ya bitch, she ain't really ya bitch
She done let the whole gang hit
I'll be adding that bitch to the list

[Pre-Chorus]
Hunnids on hunnids when it come to money
I never be having a sad day
Running, I'm running, the paper keep coming
I had to go get it the fast way
Woke up to a lil' bag today
Know my ex-bitch mad at me
Hoppin' jets, I'm in L.A. 
Won't trade this shit for anything

[Chorus]
'Bout mine, what a bitch gon' say?
No birthday, but she bring me that cake
Hella shows, nigga, sold out dates
Wanna see mama flex in a brand new Wraith
I see lil' shawty be packin' it, tryna get back in it
Big brown bag be the Birkin
I try to lay off the hoes, they touchin' they toes
To tempt a nigga, it ain't workin'
Go 'round the globe, your main ho wanna meet
Drop a light bag on a Patek Phillipe
Get real rich, build a house on the beach
I can't pop no Xanny, gon' put me to sleep
Burberry headband and Gucci the collar
They can't even fuck with me, why even bother?
Knew I was a star back when I was a toddler
Dream that I want it then I'm finna cop it

[Verse 2]
Want me to put her in Rick Owens
I hit the bitch then she get goin'
Ice on my neck, now this bitch snowin'
Just started gon' keep growin'
I gotta get it, keep running it up
All the hoes scream my name when I hop off the bus
Wink at ya ho and she startin' to blush
Looked at your bitch as she knew what it was

[Pre-Chorus]
Hunnids on hunnids when it come to money
I never be having a sad day
Running, I'm running, the paper keep coming
I had to go get it the fast way
Woke up to a lil' bag today
Know my ex-bitch mad at me
Hoppin' jets, I'm in L.A. 
Won't trade this shit for anything

[Chorus]
'Bout mine, what a bitch gon' say?
No birthday, but she bring me that cake
Hella shows, nigga, sold out dates
Wanna see mama flex in a brand new Wraith
I see lil' shawty be packin' it, tryna get back in it
Big brown bag be the Birkin
I try to lay off the hoes, they touchin' they toes
To tempt a nigga, it ain't workin'
Go 'round the globe, your main ho wanna meet
Drop a light bag on a Patek Phillipe
Get real rich, build a house on the beach
I can't pop no Xanny, gon' put me to sleep
Burberry headband and Gucci the collar
They can't even fuck with me, why even bother?
Knew I was a star back when I was a toddler
Dream that I want it then I'm finna cop it