Juicy J - Work Out (feat. Finesse2tymes)

Juicy J - Work Out (feat. Finesse2tymes) Lyric

Where the dollars at bitch, where the dollars at?
Where the dollars at bitch, where the dollars at? (Oh-yeah)
Where the dollars at bitch, where the dollars at? (Oh-yeah)
Where the dollars at bitch, where the dollars at?
(Mhm, oh-yeah, uh)

She gon' work out, crush the competition
She gon' work out, trainin' her condition
She gon' work out, focus on nutrition
She didn't come to work out, she just outworked
The competition

She gon' work out, crush the competition
She gon' work out, trainin' her condition
She gon' work out, focus on nutrition
Everything gon' work out, baby (ayy), just focus
On the mission (ayy)

Why you not athletic? Do some calisthenics
Pockets extra fat, girl, come and help me shred it
Bendin' over foot, she know I gotta stretch it
She lets you work her out, she say that shit pathetic
I got stamina, we can go all night long
Bring some band with ya, buster yella broke ass home
(uh-mhm)

I need your full attention, so put down that phone (put down)
Lose my weight, then J ain't fuckin' with this for long (ooh)
Work it in the gym, or you can work it in your home (uh-mhm)
Shit be temporary, once he worked it out, he gone (he gone)

Lockin' on your fitness, that on top of all your business
Damn, she got some clappers on her, God be my witness
Everytime she call, I pull up Godspeed (ayy) with quickness (ayy)
Gotta jump to put your jeans on, what you do with all that thickness?

Just had that baby, you already snapped back (ayy)
It's workin' if it's hurtin', I'ma make you tap-tap (ayy)
She gon' work out (yeah), crush the competition
She gon' work out (let go), trainin' her condition (uh-mhm)
She gon' work out (yeah), focus on nutrition
She didn't come to work out (uh-mhm), she

Just outworked the competition (let go)
She gon' work out, crush the competition
She gon' work out (work, uh), trainin' her condition
She gon' work out (out), focus on nutrition
Everything gon' work out, baby, just focus
On the mission (work)

Where the dollars at bitch, where the dollars at?
Where the dollars at bitch, where the dollars at?
Where the dollars at bitch, where the dollars at?
Where the dollars at bitch, where the dollars at? (finesse)

I gotta pull in that 'Lamb (skirt), they know who I am (who I am)
Wanna kill me 'bout a bitch, I got that blower
I'll be down (down)
She gon' choose up (she choosey), whole Ke-mo
Sah-bee (woah)
Fifteen-hundred dollar dress shoes, walk the red carpet
(Walk the red carpet)

Got a hundred-thousand on me right now
All hunnids (Huncho)
And I bet my bottom dollar that your bottom bitch
Want me (yes, she gone)
All that internet shit, kiss me with it
I don't feel ya don't feel it)
Know some niggas out in North Memphis that'll tie ya up

And kill ya (North Memphis)
This shit ain't 'bout murder (ayy, hol' up), this shit 'bout
Some money (yeah)
If you knew me like I knew myself, you would get
Your women (get your ho)

Don't get mad at that man, 'cause he knocked your
Whole nigga bitches (knocked your whole nigga)
They'd do anything when your pockets low
Nigga (work out)

She gon' work out, crush the competition
She gon' work out, trainin' her condition
She gon' work out, focus on nutrition
She didn't come to work out, she just
Outworked the competition

She gon' work out, crush the competition
She gon' work out, trainin' her condition
She gon' work out, focus on nutrition
Everything gon' work out, baby, just focus
On the mission

Where the dollars at bitch, where the dollars at?
Where the dollars at bitch, where the dollars at?
Where the dollars at bitch, where the dollars at?
Where the dollars at bitch, where the dollars at?
Long live Gangsta Boo, Queen Of Memphis