Work chords by Iggy Azalea

G      Em                            Bm  D  G
Walk a mile in these Louboutins
               Em                                 Bm  D  G  G9
But they don't wear these shits where I'm from
G                   G9           G       B4   D   G  G9
I'm not hating, I'm just telling you
    G                                     G9        G         B4   D
I'm tryna let you know what the fuck that I've been through

[Verse 1]

                G         G9     G
Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt
            G9          G
Sugar cane, back lanes
B4                              D
Three jobs, took years to save
But I got a ticket on that plane
G            G9     G
People got a lot to say
                    G9                G
But don't know shit about where I was made
       B4
Or how many floors that I had to scrub
        D
Just to make it past where I am from

[Chorus]

G         G9 G
No money, no family
  G9                 G
16 in the middle of Miami
B4                     D
No money, no family
16 in the middle of Miami
G         G9 G
No money, no family
  G9                 G
16 in the middle of Miami
16 in the middle of Miami...

[Hook]

G

I've been up all night, tryna get that rich
I've been work work work work working on my shit
Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live
I've been work work work work working on my shit
Now get this work (x4)
Working on my shit

[Verse 2]

G

You can hate it or love it
Hustle and the struggle is the only thing I'm trusting
Thorough bread in a mud brick before the budget
White chick on that Pac shit
My passion was ironic
And my dreams were uncommon
Guess I gone crazy, first deal changed me
Robbed blind, basically raped me
Rose through the bullshit like a matador
Just made me madder and adamant to go at em
And even the score
So, I went harder
Studied the Carters till a deal was offered
Slept cold on the floor recording
At 4 in the morning
And now I'm passin' the bar like a lawyer
Immigrant, art ignorant
Ya ill intent was insurance for my benefit
Hate to be inconsiderate
But the Industry took my innocence
Too late, now I'm in this bitch!


G         G9       G
You don't know the half
G9            G     B4  D
This shit get real
                    G        G9        G
Valley girls giving blowjobs for Louboutins
G9            G      B4
What you call that?
                D
Head over heels

[Chorus/Hook]

[Verse 3]
G
Pledge allegiance to the struggle
Em
Ain't been easy
                                     Bm
But cheers to Peezy for the weeks we lived out of duffle
D
Bags is all we had
                G
Do anything for my Mama, I love you
    Em
One day I'll pay you back for the sacrifice
        Bm
That ya managed to muscle
   D                                      G
Sixteen, you sent me through customs so
              Em                    Bm
All aboard my spaceship to Mercury
                  D                          G
Turn First at the light that's in front me
                           Em
Cause every night I'mma do it like it's my last
           Bm
This dream is all that I need
              D
Cause its all that I ever had

[Endding x2]
                       G Em Bm D
Now get this work (x4)
Working on my shit...