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Young Thug - Do The Job Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Jeffery
(June, you're a genius)
This that murda murda, 'nam–
This that kill bill shit, 'namsayin? (Ha!)
(Remy on that beat)
Let's get it

[Chorus]
Cash talk on the opps (Woah)
Tell her to suck on my monster (Cash)
Cash talk, I'm a mobster (Woo)
Cash talk, I'm a mobster (Cash)
We pull up and murk niggas
We pull up and murk niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
We pull up and burn niggas (Woo, woo)
Money make 'em do the job
Money make 'em do the job (Yeah)
Tell me who gon' do the job (Who?)
Make your own niggas do the job, yeah (Ayy)
If you tryna live large
Gotta go and do the job (Yeah)
My diamonds wet, boy (Wet)
Like a nigga went joggin' (Woohoo)
[Verse 1]
Hop up out the coupe on 'em (Skrrt)
Hop up out the roof on 'em
Put a hundred shots on 'em
We ain't leave no proof on 'em (Damn)
Catch the news, 'bout time (Woo)
Funerals on lines (Woah)
RIP to Shawty Lo (RIP)
Why the real ones dying? (No)
Why these pussy niggas lying? (Woo)
If you scared, why you rhyme? (Ha)
A body fuck around and drop (What?)
Your bitch just might drop a dime (Ha)
And anyway I'm just getting in
And anyway I'm just hitting it and I'm quitting it
I'd rather sleep with digits (Okay), hey

[Bridge 1]
She ride around with that Ritalin
She ride the Rolls with some real niggas (Ayy)
She ride the Rolls with some trill niggas (She roll)
She pop your head 'bout a real nigga (Boom, boom)
She do you dirty 'bout a real nigga (Dirty)
She leave you dead 'bout a real nigga (Dead)
She leave you slumped 'bout a real nigga (Slumped)
Put you in the trunk 'bout a real nigga (Woo)
She do it right, right, right, right (Right)
She do it right for a real nigga (Hey)
She do it right, right, right, right (Right)
All day and night for a real nigga (Alright)
She do it right, right, right, right (Right)
Every time for a real nigga (Alright)
She do it right, right, right, right
No disguise for a real nigga
[Chorus]
Cash talk on the opps (Woah)
Tell her to suck on my monster (Cash)
Cash talk, I'm a mobster (Woo)
Cash talk, I'm a mobster (Cash)
We pull up and murk niggas
We pull up and murk niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
We pull up and burn niggas (Woo, woo)
Money make 'em do the job (Woah)
Money make 'em do the job (Yeah)
Tell me who gon' do the job (Who?)
Make your own niggas do the job, yeah (Ayy)
If you tryna live large
Gotta go and do the job (Yeah)
My diamonds wet, boy (Wet)
Like a nigga went joggin'

[Verse 2]
Got water like Niagara Falls
I'ma come through and put brain on your wall
Turn that bitch up and Versace her draws
Smoke me some trees and it's stuffed in with logs (Woo)
I went so up and I also went down
Then found myself in the lost and found
Two years later, bitch, look at me now
Hunnid dollars stacked up taller than y'all (Woah)
[?] call her lil' bitch, she'll be paying my [?]
And whole lotta cars, but right now look at my watch (Look at these [?])
And I know whole lotta stylists tryna work, but look at my style (Red bottom, bitch)
And I know whole lotta hoes on apeshit tryna go wild (Go wild)
[Bridge 2]
What's up with the chick
Ain't giving ha shit
Go home with your hoes (Like what?)
Like this is what you get (Ha)
For the next time (What you gon' do?)
I'ma gon' spend a brick (And what?)
I'ma gon' buy Chanel, Louis, Gucci, all that shit (Woah, uh, slatt)
Flexing with the snake (Slatt)
Louis Vuitton with the belts
Chanel with the vintage (Swag)
I got the bitch litty (Litty)
She looking like a lick
Now they wanna lick her
I make her shut the lamp, pop the pussy
Nut on them titties

[Chorus]
Cash talk on the opps
Tell her to suck on my monster
Cash talk, I'm a mobster
Cash talk, I'm a mobster
We pull up and murk niggas
We pull up and murk niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We pull up and burn niggas
Money make 'em do the job
Money make 'em do the job
Tell me who will do the job
Make your own niggas do the job, yeah
If you tryna live large
Gotta go and do the job
My diamonds wet, boy
Like a nigga went joggin'