Lyrics:

Ah
Na, na, na, na
You want that work, let's work
Fuck her good, make her squirt on my Balmain shirt
I don't care about your bitch, but if I want I'll take her
I don't let her rub my paper, I erase her
Ever since I was a youngin', had a lot of haters
Lil nigga with a four-five, tuckin' razors
Paul George with your bitch, to the beat I pace her
If she let me go nut then I'ma lake her
I get flyer than a motherfucker
Fleezy on the line like 'A Boogie what's up with you?'
I be on my grind, bro you know I still fuck with you
I was broke wit' you, so I'ma be stacking up with you
Excuse me, these new jeans cost a stack now
She noticed I was rocking that Avianne when I sat down
Breezed on 'em, act like I sneezed on 'em, I dab now
140K on a Beamer, had to put half down
I don't know why they think I really changed
When I'm just going harder than ever, I'm still the same nigga
Kenzo eye on my sweater, I see the hate nigga
I'm just feelin' better than ever, don't try erasin'
The way I bodied my Saint Laurent's, they look like J's nigga
In the field we touch down, we don't play with 'em
First tape hit 30K in less than a day
Now you want a verse with A Boogie, you gotta pay nigga
I do my damn thing, this is easy
Highbridge on my chain, them diamonds 3D
New Years, pop forty bottles right next to Ri-Ri
Only made this song cause I only wanted Ri
I swear, we could get along I swear
Sing a song in a room, where it's no one there
I pull up in a foreign, in a long Moncler
I pull up, hit me up, and you know I'm there
I'm there, girl you know I'm there, yeah
We could work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work, work, work