text: How you going to get another chance tomorrow
  I dont hustle like that
  I hustle like theres
  Theres not a second left
  You know theres tomorrow
  Im hustlin like theres only one more second left of this hustle
  Dont bother me, Im workin
  Dont bother me, Im workin
  Dont bother me, Im workin
  Dont bother me, Im workin
  Dont, workin
  Cant you see Im on the phone
  Bitch gon dont be comin over here with shit when Im 
  Call me Mr Combs, and Im 9 digit strong
  Niggas hating on me but its not 
  When I was 19, I walked in the house
  And I told my momma she could stop 
  When you niggas used to beatbox on the block
  Big and D-Rock, they was gettin that 
  Then I linked up with some niggas from my hood
  Who was know for puttin that 
  And if your record aint have it 
  Nah, then your song, then your song wasnt 
  Ran into this young Jone, tell her come home
  She askin for a check I said, Bitch is you 
  Now everytime she call I dont even pick up
  I just hit her with the text like
  Dont bother me, Im workin
  Dont bother me, Im workin
  Dont bother me, Im workin
  Dont bother me, Im workin
  Dont, workin
  I do this shit for B.I.G
  So if you dont like me fuck you and the building, you 
  If you see us in the club with Cîroc by the tub
  We aint have fun, nigga we 
  In the DJ booth like a independent group like
  Look, this the record we 
  Play this shit 100 times
  If you dont we gon be in here every single night that you 
  Shout out to my people with a job
  I hope you dont fall asleep tomorrow when yous 
  I was knocking on this chick, my partner tap me on the back
  I turnt around like Nigga cant you see me, 
  She a waitress or a stripper
  If its past midnight and she tell you she 
  And we hustle before we can play
  So even on Memorial Day, my nigga
  Dont bother me, Im workin
  Dont bother me, Im workin
  Dont bother me, Im workin
  Dont bother me, Im workin
  Dont, dont bother me, Im workin 
  Dont bother me, Im workin 
  I cant feel my face
  Will I live today?
  Way too many drugs
  For me to feel your love
  Looking for some faith
  I cant stand this place
  I cant stay in this place
  We cant stay in this place
  Dont bother me when Im working
  Please dont bother her when she jerkin
  It goes down behind these curtains
  Got to watch out cause these niggas lurkin
  Got to watch the block when making these purchase
  Got to take your girl to find a new surgeon
  Cause whoever designed that ass it aint working
  Order up a shot of vodka still going up
  Need some blue dot in my cup
  Cause this shit aint working
  No, this shit aint working oh no no no...
  You will fuck with the Don
  Im talking he world renowned
  Every single thing right like I traveled through time
  I come to your city and town
  But you could not travel through mine
  All I care about mom and how to get it all, all the time
  And fuck with me when the card decline
  Not when you call to call decline
  Tell that bitch dont fall in love, fall in line
  Twenty five to life ya Im going in for real
  See Im in the field like center field
  Everybody want to be the realest
  Boy it aint no nigga real as Emmett Till
  Nights I would pray for real
  I said my grace before I hit a mil
  Aint nobody in my business
  Cept the ones who do the business deals
  Running shit even when Im sitting still
  Yeah bitch, Im still workin
  You got it right Im still 
  I call up my girl baby I cant lie this shit not 
  You went to sleep and woke up
  And Im still in the office a nigga been 
  Youve been working forever
  Your ass still in debt, I guess your work aint