[00:02.97][Intro: A$AP Ferg]
[00:08.88]I gotta close the window before I record
[00:14.40]Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
[00:19.83][Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
[00:30.33]Coogi down to the socks like I'm biggie poppa
[00:34.38]Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers
[00:37.38]But really though, she a silly ho
[00:39.21]Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
[00:41.07]She don't get nothin' from a bitch thoug
[00:42.93]All she get is hard dick and some Cheerio
[00:44.79]Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
[00:46.62]Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
[00:48.45]No tint though, on my window
[00:50.28]So you see a bitch shining in the Benz
[00:51.90]Ballin'! (Skkrrrrr!)
[00:52.26]Got me feelin' like Jim Jones
[00:55.92]I'm a pimp though, no limp though
[00:57.63]Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
[01:00.00]Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt
[01:03.03]Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt
[01:04.74]That's what a bitch get when they getting on my nerve
[01:06.63]I ain't lyin' - lay 'em on the curb
[01:08.61]Riding on a killer who be coming at Ferg!
[01:10.14]Damnnnnnnnn!!!
[01:10.32]Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr
[01:15.03]Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt
[01:17.79]French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth
[01:19.38]Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse
[01:21.51]Yeah, uh, put in work
[01:23.22]Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp
[01:25.14]So much work he'll smoke up the Earth
[01:27.00]Polo Ground, A$AP World
[01:28.26][Verse 2: French Montana]
[01:31.14](Haaan!) That ain't Kanye, that's Montana
[01:35.22]Loose cannon, he shot me so I had to do it
[01:40.65]Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
[01:44.10]I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
[01:47.55]Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it
[01:51.48]When they mask up, comin' for your ice
[01:55.17]When they bare-faced, they comin for your life
[01:58.92]Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak
[02:02.73]I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep
[02:06.54]Illuminati? I'm from the streets
[02:09.93]Never sold my body, we takin' bodies
[02:13.98][Hook]
[02:14.13]Put in work, put in work
[02:17.73]Put in work, put 'em in the dirt
[02:20.40][Verse 3: Trinidad James]
[02:21.21]Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand
[02:24.63]They don't ask no questions, bitch, all they do is bang bang ban
[02:30.63]They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang
[02:34.62]I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya
[02:38.85]I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother
[02:43.08]I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partne
[02:46.56]You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem
[02:50.40]I **** with Asian niggas And I **** with Migos
[02:53.82]I **** with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole
[02:57.21]I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but
[03:01.11]That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal
[03:04.65]I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money
[03:08.31]No green card in this struggle, immigration give you nothing
[03:11.76][Hook]
[03:12.63]But work (Put it in work)
[03:13.59]Work (Put it in work)
[03:15.42]Work (Put it in work)
[03:18.87][Verse 4: Schoolboy Q]
[03:19.56]Yawk, Yawk, Yawk, Yawk!
[03:19.92]A lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street
[03:23.31]No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week
[03:26.94]Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36
[03:30.69]Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight
[03:34.41]O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate
[03:37.98]My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape
[03:42.15]Bitches throwin' ass back and forth, they on my dick
[03:45.45]Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
[03:50.07]Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
[03:52.77]All big titties lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth
[03:57.00]Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church
[04:00.24]Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, 'That nigga turnt'
[04:03.84]Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk
[04:07.44]Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs
[04:11.19]Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse
[04:14.88]Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse
[04:18.36][Verse 5: A$AP Rocky]
[04:19.02]A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide
[04:22.41]Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine
[04:26.13]Out of line, pistols barkin' "Ar, ar" ride or die
[04:29.73]Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs
[04:32.19]You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets
[04:33.36]The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots
[04:34.71]My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant
[04:36.09]Got a chick that worked at Magic, but I'm so damn fine make a nigga look average
[04:37.98]See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's
[04:39.15]You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks
[04:39.90]Loaded Lux, put in work

I gotta close the window before I record
Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Coogi down to the socks like I'm biggie poppa
Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho
Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don't get nothin' from a bitch thoug
All she get is hard dick and some Cheerio
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though, on my window
So you see a bitch shining in the Benz
Ballin'! (Skkrrrrr!)
Got me feelin' like Jim Jones
I'm a pimp though, no limp though
Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt
Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt
That's what a bitch get when they getting on my nerve
I ain't lyin' - lay 'em on the curb
Riding on a killer who be coming at Ferg!
Damnnnnnnnn!!!
Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr
Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt
French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth
Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse
Yeah, uh, put in work
Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp
So much work he'll smoke up the Earth
Polo Ground, A$AP World
(Haaan!) That ain't Kanye, that's Montana
Loose cannon, he shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it
When they mask up, comin' for your ice
When they bare-faced, they comin for your life
Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak
I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep
Illuminati? I'm from the streets
Never sold my body, we takin' bodies
Put in work, put in work
Put in work, put 'em in the dirt
Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand
They don't ask no questions, bitch, all they do is bang bang ban
They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang
I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya
I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother
I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partne
You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem
I **** with Asian niggas And I **** with Migos
I **** with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole
I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but
That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal
I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money
No green card in this struggle, immigration give you nothing
But work (Put it in work)
Work (Put it in work)
Work (Put it in work)
Yawk, Yawk, Yawk, Yawk!
A lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street
No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week
Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36
Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight
O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate
My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape
Bitches throwin' ass back and forth, they on my dick
Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
All big titties lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth
Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church
Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, 'That nigga turnt'
Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk
Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs
Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse
Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse
A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide
Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine
Out of line, pistols barkin' "Ar, ar" ride or die
Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs
You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets
The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots
My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant
Got a chick that worked at Magic, but I'm so damn fine make a nigga look average
See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's
You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks
Loaded Lux, put in work