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Don't Work, Don't Eat Video (MV)




Performed By: Melly Mell Tha Mobsta
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Melvin Wallace III




Melly Mell Tha Mobsta - Don't Work, Don't Eat Lyrics
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You don't work you don't eat so I'm outside tryna put sumthyn in my stomach
Everytime I'm wit Hitta 3 he like bruh we gotta get this money
I gotta get up out the hood cause it's janky niggaz keeping straps in the oven
I don't care how hard life get I ain't gon neva hit the butta
Another day another dollar hoes hoeing niggaz trappin police handcuffing
Bullets flying everywhere heard they hit his body had him looking like he crumping
It's hard to get top dollar out here cause I'm from where they started joogin
S.O.N the movement S.O.N the blueprint now the money looping my nigga
Concentrate rake up these bands yea im obligated
She told me let's go half on a baby I aint got no bitch cause it's complicated
I got a bad bitch on hold waiting I need money now I can be a waiter
I used to cop off white boy Jacob now he cop from me its my time check the Jacob
Wasn't no rap city in the basement it was rap city in the garage
Put pen to the pad want some grams in ya hand then you put the money in my palm
I miss my nigga and I miss my cousin and I stay saying free my cons
They say they wanna rob us yea they know where to find us
And we in the studio wit them guns
I'm a pusher I'm a winner I'm a hoodlum yea I'm joogin
Tryna get my mamma out that Malibu what's the solution
Idk but I aint on my my ass not doing nothing
I aint gon die a broke nigga mamma that I promise
You don't work you don't eat so I'm outside tryna put sumthyn in my stomach
Everytime I'm wit Hitta 3 he like bruh we gotta get this money
I gotta get up out the hood cause it's janky niggaz keeping straps in the oven
I don't care how hard life get I ain't gon neva hit the butta
Another day another dollar hoes hoeing niggaz trappin police handcuffing
Bullets flying everywhere heard they hit his body had him looking like he crumping
It's hard to get top dollar out here cause I'm from where they started joogin
S.O.N the movement S.O.N the blueprint now the money looping my nigga
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You don't work you don't eat so I'm outside tryna put sumthyn in my stomach
Everytime I'm wit Hitta 3 he like bruh we gotta get this money
I gotta get up out the hood cause it's janky niggaz keeping straps in the oven
I don't care how hard life get I ain't gon neva hit the butta
Another day another dollar hoes hoeing niggaz trappin police handcuffing
Bullets flying everywhere heard they hit his body had him looking like he crumping
It's hard to get top dollar out here cause I'm from where they started joogin
S.O.N the movement S.O.N the blueprint now the money looping my nigga
Concentrate rake up these bands yea im obligated
She told me let's go half on a baby I aint got no bitch cause it's complicated
I got a bad bitch on hold waiting I need money now I can be a waiter
I used to cop off white boy Jacob now he cop from me its my time check the Jacob
Wasn't no rap city in the basement it was rap city in the garage
Put pen to the pad want some grams in ya hand then you put the money in my palm
I miss my nigga and I miss my cousin and I stay saying free my cons
They say they wanna rob us yea they know where to find us
And we in the studio wit them guns
I'm a pusher I'm a winner I'm a hoodlum yea I'm joogin
Tryna get my mamma out that Malibu what's the solution
Idk but I aint on my my ass not doing nothing
I aint gon die a broke nigga mamma that I promise
You don't work you don't eat so I'm outside tryna put sumthyn in my stomach
Everytime I'm wit Hitta 3 he like bruh we gotta get this money
I gotta get up out the hood cause it's janky niggaz keeping straps in the oven
I don't care how hard life get I ain't gon neva hit the butta
Another day another dollar hoes hoeing niggaz trappin police handcuffing
Bullets flying everywhere heard they hit his body had him looking like he crumping
It's hard to get top dollar out here cause I'm from where they started joogin
S.O.N the movement S.O.N the blueprint now the money looping my nigga
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Writer: Melvin Wallace III
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