[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ghetto Boyz shit, n***a
Mhm
What you doin', bro?
You say we workin'? Alright, me too, n***a
Tell these folks how we, alright
Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, n***a

[Chorus: Rawood]
One 'bows cost the boy ten thousand
Two G's, one flip, peel off and I'm smilin'
They tryna bite my style, tryna be me, but I doubt it
Open up the bag, you can really smell the power
I'm workin', I don't get paid by the hour
She worthless if she don't give brain within an hour
I'm hurtin' if I don't make a G by tonight
I been grindin' all my life, I gotta get it right

[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Okay, ayy, I gotta get it right
Thirty-seven thousand on me pros, I might trip tonight
Got a [?], I get 'bows for a pretty price
VVS diamonds F color, I got different ice
Two G's, one flip when I'm sellin' zaz'
I got .223s, four-nicks, and even lamb eyes
Fuck around and set some shit ablaze when that fin fire
Last n***a tried Da Yung OG got shot ten times
Bitch, I'm workin'
I been sippin' Wocky straight today, so I'm swervin'
If you see me in the hood, then I was probably servin'
You can't get away when I spray, this a thirty
Scratchin' like I'm dirty, but I'm not, bae, that's a Perky
I'm a dopehead, I been drinkin' lean since Thursday
Wocky got me noddin', that's just showin' me it's workin'
N***a ran off with a zip, was it worth it?
Probably not, 'cause I'ma get him dropped, I ain't gon' hurt him
[Chorus: Rawood]
One 'bows cost the boy ten thousand
Two G's, one flip, peel off and I'm smilin'
They tryna bite my style, tryna be me, but I doubt it
Open up the bag, you can really smell the power
I'm workin', I don't get paid by the hour
She worthless if she don't give brain within an hour
I'm hurtin' if I don't make a G by tonight
I been grindin' all my life, I gotta get it right

[Verse 2: Rawood]
Spent a bag on Rodeo, really like how my day goin'
I'm finna hit the Cookie store and post it up on Melrose
Swear to God they all mad 'cause I sell dope
Smokin' [?] piece of weed went in my damn throat
Swear to God this shit'll make me wanna throw up
I was broke, but now I glowed up
I just bought a bag of Runtz, now I'm a fuckin' pro up
And all the money in the world is what I'm chasin' after
We was runnin' from them jakes, I had to shake the captain
M3 performance tester with the autopilot
Had to mash out
I damn near blew the dash out
Stole your bitch and I straight blew her back out
Backpack boys, tiramisu
Smokin' a 'Wood on my way to Malibu
Now I'm on the ocean eatin' wagyu at Nobu
And he beggin' for a front, my baby, don't nobody know you
[Chorus: Rawood]
One 'bows cost the boy ten thousand
Two G's, one flip, peel off and I'm smilin'
They tryna bite my style, tryna be me, but I doubt it
Open up the bag, you can really smell the power
I'm workin', I don't get paid by the hour
She worthless if she don't give brain within an hour
I'm hurtin' if I don't make a G by tonight
I been grindin' all my life, I gotta get it right