[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Work, work, work, work, stashed up at my girl's spot
Hair weave killer had on Louie's in my mug shot

Yeah, yeah, one shot, two shot, three
Damn I pull up with this muther$#&@er fish tailing
And I'm raw, fish scale

Bloomingdale and Neiman Marcus
I take the beat and make it a carcass
Shop at Saks Fifth like it's a target

Cars are the size of your apartment
I'm swagged up so don't try me
Bank roll is my I.D

When I pulled out she hopping in
Make your main girl my side piece
Listening to that old Jay-Z

One eye open like CBS
So much Promethazine I'm VIP at CVS
Long way from EBT

Every time I spit it's a DVD
And I don't care if she got on a long skirt
I'll take her home and do her like homework


[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Creeping on the campus in my new Camaro

Cover of the Washington Post, Solbiato apparel
Ross and Folarin, couple women
Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

I'm talking Ambition, I could spell it for you
Rev up the Lamborghini, and hail it for you
My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

Red Bottom's a stack, there goes a double bidder
I can't throw no ones, only tens or better
Since Wale met me he only rode a Benz or better

Double MG, we millionaires
Shawty my bait, she say she never scared


[Hook: (Wale)]
Bait, bait, bait, bait, bait
Who's on my line? Who's on my line?

I'm blowing up, these (*##$es calling me
Bait, bait, bait, bait, bait
I snatch your girl if you're slipping

She's on my line like I'm fishing I got that
(Work, work, work, work)
Yeah you know I got that work

I'm why baby mommas leave
I'm why baby fathers kirk)