[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
I gotta close the window before I record
Cause new york don't know how to be quiet


[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
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 ^!$$% though
All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
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 ^!$$% shining in the Benzo

Ballin'! (Skkkkrrrrrrrr!)
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 ^!$$% get when they getting on my nerves
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

Frech 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


[Verse 2: French Montana]
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 saw [?] with [?] on
Her $$# 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 saw my body, we takin' bodies
(Put in work, put in work

Put in work, put 'em in the dirt)

[Verse 3: Trinidad James]

Shout out that motherland, twelve years old with guns in hand
They don't ask no questions, ^!$$%, all they do is bang bang bang
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 (*##$ from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner

You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem
I $#&@ with Asian ^!$$%s And I $#&@ with Migos
I $#&@ with Haitian ^!$$%s, all they speak is Creole

I said all I speak is real, y'all ^!$$%s might hate 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)

[Verse 4: Schoolboy Q]

A lotta ^!$$%s 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, Takoma know I'm pushin' weight
O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate
My heart live with [?], super fly, I need a cape

(*##$es throwin' #~!!@ back and forth, they on my dick
Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
Uh, put it in work, all big booties make ya twerk
All big !@%$ lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth
Yeah, put it in work, spray his $$# in front the Church

Deacon said I do my %#@!, the pastor said, "That ^!$$% turnt"
Pop my collar on my shirt, make these (*##$es go berserk
Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' purps
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


[Verse 5: A$AP Rocky]
A lot of homies tried, do the crime, 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 ^!$$%s who jack it be the first who claim we !@$)gots
My (*##$ is a movie actress, side (*##$ won a beauty pageant
Got a chick that worked at Magic, but I'm so damn fine make a (*##$ 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