[Lyric] Workin Pants (Cashleaders)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Hook: Mediumjay]
These my working pants
These my working pants
I don't got a lot of cash
But I make it last
These my working pants
These my working pants
Drugs in the trash
Banks on it in advance

[Verse 1: Mitchy Moo]
Uhhh
I better hit the purp
Guess what I got to say is worse
Made me want the world
Big booty's drop and get to work
I'm a phenom what you been on
You should be gone
Boy you wish you was me
Trying to fuckin' ease drop
Yeah my g's blown
Cash L's yeah we on
Paper planes guess I'm riding high
Haters hate guess I got no time
I ain't play them gamеs
I just let is slide
Cause you hatе today
When I pass you by
That's all I gotta say
As I start my life yeah aight
Gotta get that money
Gotta make a profit
Boy you're boo hooing
I'm never apologizing
Stop it never going to stop me
I'm a fucking conquer
Rich ass bitches on my top bruh
Never better you should just stop it
Cause I ain't never heard a bitch until you content
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
[Hook]
These my working pants
These my working pants
I don't got a lot of cash
But I make it last (least you're honest)
These my working pants
These my working pants
Drugs in the trash
Banks on it in advance

[Verse 2: Mediumjay]
Walk in the bank smelling straight dank
Fuck what you think look up in the bag
100k get em in tens so I'm a have to probably wait
Count em all down to the ones none of them better be fake
There's no shame red eye contact high so I'm not to blame
Talking big investments how I'm trying to step up my game
These my working pants
Police please kiss my racist ass
Been fucked by the system so much
That I'm probably growing abs
Add in this cash smoking so much that I had to hold it fast
And I knowing or rolling and I skip math class cause I'm so advanced
Fuck math you ain't know about it
Niggas know what's up
Know when I come round I'm bout it
I'm bout it I'm bout it I'm bonkers
Kickin this shit in Yonkers
New York state cocky ill mind walk it
I know that I'm already talking
I'm talking lisps pistoling
Might be catched on the side
Recievers and Cashleaders we down to ride
That's really damn fine
Girls in the damn line
If they ain't stretch their minds
Then they ain't get this dick this time
I'm twisted twisting up
No fingers no blunts or fuck
Nigga getting fucked up
Nigga geting blunts up
Smoking back to back
And yes we know we fucked up