Young Bam100 - Make It Work Lyrics

Yeaaa
I am that nigga
For my money making niggas and my money making bitches
Gotta make that shit work!
Let's get it

I got bad bitches with me and I told em make it work
I been going crazy on these niggas gotta go bizerk
I be preaching to the streets my O.G. be saying church (Dear lord)
Once I drop it in the booth lord knows I'll make it work
I make money off this shit I might buy that bitch a vert (Skrtt skrtt)
Now they f*cking with my movements make these haters wanna lurk
I been hot boy like a younging grew up around Turk
I ain't have to scrap that pot to make these bitches in here twerk
I got bad bitches with me and I told em make it work (Make it work)
I been going crazy on these niggas gotta go bizerk (Gotta go bizerk)
I be preaching to the streets my O.G. be saying church
Once I drop it in the booth lord knows I'll make it work haaa!

I been hustling for investments praying lord just make this work (Just make this work)
Trying to get it out the mud through the pain and this dirt
Coming from a dirty place where they make them birds chirp
Gotta do what you gone do and pop ya shit just like them perks
I done bossed up on them niggas who would always show me doubt (Swear)
Niggas sipping on that dirty say it's clean throughout the drought (Dirty)
They say you independent bam(yea) thats more than word of mouth (F*ck em all)
It's the truth how I'm coming you gone see what I'm just bout (That shit there 100)
Duffle bags in my eyes pray to lord I get that check (Lord I get that check)
Ben Franklins in my pockets like Aretha need respect (Respect)
All these women and these diamonds trying to hang off around my neck (Hanging off my neck)
I was telling yall when I was young I never had to flex (I swear)

I got bad bitches with me and I told em make it work
I been going crazy on these niggas gotta go bizerk
I be preaching to the streets my O.G. be saying church (Dear lord)
Once I drop it in the booth lord knows I'll make it work
I make money off this shit I might buy that bitch a vert (Skrt skrt)
Now they f*cking with my movements make these haters wanna lurk
I been hot boy like a younging grew up around Turk
I ain't have to scrap that pot to make these bitches in here twerk
I got bad bitches with me and I told em make it work (Make it work)
I been going crazy on these niggas gotta go (Gotta go bizerk)
I be preaching to the streets my O.G. be saying church (Dear lord)
Once I drop it in the booth lord knows I'll make it work haaa!

100 Bands in my pocket I don't really give a damn
I put it on for my city I'm all night just like a lamp
I need bands on top of bands I'm trying to do way more than rap
Boy I'm dope with this coke flow I ain't never even trap (Dope af)
If these niggas bout they hustle then they better come correct
For them features better get it while you can before it's set
I know snakes out here be plotting crucify and cross me next
I'mma balling motherf*cker like my name Delonte West haaa!