Supreme Royale ft. Kace the Producer - We Make It Work Lyrics

Look out, they sayin' that man got a lot of bucks, ay
Look out, they say that that man got a lot of luck, ay
I'm ridin' in somethin' that look like a Tonka truck, ay
I hear what they sayin', more money, more problems but
We make it work
If you ain't grindin' every day
What the fuck are you breathin' for
I got both eyes aimed at the money and a middle finger at bein' broke
Me takin' a day off that's like a Muslim eatin' pork
Never mind where I have been I'm focused on where I need to go
You damn right I'm brushin' shoulders
Check the bio, there's none colder
Drunk with power, I'm never sober
Blowing cake like I'm a year older
I know I'm in the right spot when I look around and see a hater
I'm caught up in the rapture of this bread I think I need a baker (Anita Baker)
My hustle game is so efficient
When money talks, these hoes'll listen
We in the building, there's no one missin'
Gettin' dough like Homer Simpson
Been grindin' since y'all Hangin Wit Mr. Cooper
Retired from shit that you just gettin' used to
I'm at a house party with supermodels and producers
Not braggin', just seein' the future
Real nigga shit
Look out, they sayin' that man got a lot of bucks, ay
Look out, they say that that man got a lot of luck, ay
I'm ridin' in somethin' that look like a Tonka truck, ay
I hear what they sayin', more money, more problems but
We make it work
We make it work
Yeah, more money, more problems
When I gotta solve them, the answer come straight from the pocket
And we make it work
Yeah, we make it work
I came in the game with the cheat code
You think he's cold? I'm Sub-Zero
From L.A.X. to Heathrow, extra baggage fees for my ego
The first round was on me let's take another shot, reload
If they ain't dimes, they not ours, boy
We hip-hop rock stars
Wildin' out, girls at our shows flashin' they tops like cop cars
Stay on my grind till I'm knocked off
Shinin' till I'm eclipsed
The homeboys I starved with are the same ones I'm gon' eat with
My hotels are on the ocean
Side chick, Nova Scotian
Everybody wanna be a boss, how the fuck you gon' get there with no promotion
Haters mad cause they broke and hopeless
Friends flip-floppin' on some open-toe shit
Just so you know this is just the start
Cause even when I'm rich, I'ma go for broke, bitch
Look out, they sayin' that man got a lot of bucks, ay
Look out, they say that that man got a lot of luck, ay
I'm ridin' in somethin' that look like a Tonka truck, ay
I hear what they sayin', more money, more problems but
We make it work
We make it work
Yeah, more money, more problems
When I gotta solve them, the answer come straight from the pocket
And we make it work
Yeah, we make it work

Look out, they sayin' that man got a lot of bucks, ay
Look out, they say that that man got a lot of luck, ay
I'm ridin' in somethin' that look like a Tonka truck, ay
I hear what they sayin', more money, more problems but
We make it work
If you ain't grindin' every day
What the fuck are you breathin' for
I got both eyes aimed at the money and a middle finger at bein' broke
Me takin' a day off that's like a Muslim eatin' pork
Never mind where I have been I'm focused on where I need to go
You damn right I'm brushin' shoulders
Check the bio, there's none colder
Drunk with power, I'm never sober
Blowing cake like I'm a year older
I know I'm in the right spot when I look around and see a hater
I'm caught up in the rapture of this bread I think I need a baker (Anita Baker)
My hustle game is so efficient
When money talks, these hoes'll listen
We in the building, there's no one missin'
Gettin' dough like Homer Simpson
Been grindin' since y'all Hangin Wit Mr. Cooper
Retired from shit that you just gettin' used to
I'm at a house party with supermodels and producers
Not braggin', just seein' the future
Real nigga shit
Look out, they sayin' that man got a lot of bucks, ay
Look out, they say that that man got a lot of luck, ay
I'm ridin' in somethin' that look like a Tonka truck, ay
I hear what they sayin', more money, more problems but
We make it work
We make it work
Yeah, more money, more problems
When I gotta solve them, the answer come straight from the pocket
And we make it work
Yeah, we make it work
I came in the game with the cheat code
You think he's cold? I'm Sub-Zero
From L.A.X. to Heathrow, extra baggage fees for my ego
The first round was on me let's take another shot, reload
If they ain't dimes, they not ours, boy
We hip-hop rock stars
Wildin' out, girls at our shows flashin' they tops like cop cars
Stay on my grind till I'm knocked off
Shinin' till I'm eclipsed
The homeboys I starved with are the same ones I'm gon' eat with
My hotels are on the ocean
Side chick, Nova Scotian
Everybody wanna be a boss, how the fuck you gon' get there with no promotion
Haters mad cause they broke and hopeless
Friends flip-floppin' on some open-toe shit
Just so you know this is just the start
Cause even when I'm rich, I'ma go for broke, bitch
Look out, they sayin' that man got a lot of bucks, ay
Look out, they say that that man got a lot of luck, ay
I'm ridin' in somethin' that look like a Tonka truck, ay
I hear what they sayin', more money, more problems but
We make it work
We make it work
Yeah, more money, more problems
When I gotta solve them, the answer come straight from the pocket
And we make it work
Yeah, we make it work