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Oh Yeah (Work)
Lil Scrappy & Sean P of the Youngbloodz & E‐40
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I hear every one of you
We do it like the army do
I can go vertical
Let's go, hey, hol' up (hol' up)
No! Blow! Oh!
C'mon, crank it, c'mon! Eh! Oh!
Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes
26 inches in between my tires
Knot in my pocket, better believe three grand
Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand
I'm a get money, nigga, I grind like hell
When I show 'em the G's I'm a crank up the scale
Oh yeah (oh yeah), I'ma crank up the scale
Oh yeah (oh yeah), I'ma crank up the scale
I ain't never goin' broke no mo'
As long as my folk keep runners of that blow
They sell it on out, then they bring they back more
And ere'body askin' what I got that work for (got what?)
Got diamonds in my shades, the Cartier frames
They look up at my face and tell it's woodgrain
And the ho's be amazed, they be like, oh!
They can see it from the bar, see the way it glows
Yeah, them things twinkle in the light bright
I don't know, I just twinkle in the limelight
Got a Chevy, same color as a can of Sprite
Sippin' on that XO got me feelin' right
I been livin' my whole life pimpin'
Never catch me slippin' fuckin' wit' y'all women
Scrappy be chillin', I stay on my grind
It's a hard life we're livin', I stay with my nine
Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes
26 inches in-between my tires
Knot in my pocket, better believe three grand
Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand
I'm a get money, nigga, I grind like hell
When I show 'em the G's I'm a crank up the scale
Oh yeah (oh yeah), I'ma crank up the scale
Oh yeah (oh yeah), I'ma crank up the scale
Ain't gotta hit these streets no more
Crisp 15 ten 24 show
Notice I ain't never for times every week
20 time for every week get G's
Party game shades with the gator cut wood
Prada footwear, damn, y'all nigga do it
Pimpin' in Atlanta, now they're callin' me in Europe
Every day, I hustle diamonds up against the wood
Dope boy fresh dressed in red monkey clothes
Gotta stay fresh for your red monkey Ho's
26 inches sittin' tall like whoa
I'm a need a cameraman, I'm a god-damn show
Shower cap and all, bitch, you already know
Fuck around with dopers, squeeze the money out a ho
I'm a get money, nigga, yeah, I grind like hell
Rubberband around my money like a god-damn player
Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes
26 inches in between my tires
Knot in my pocket, better believe three grand
Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand
I'm a get money, nigga, I grind like hell
When I show 'em the G's I'm a crank up the scale
Oh yeah (oh yeah), I'ma crank up the scale
Oh yeah (oh yeah), I'ma crank up the scale
(Slugged out grill) they say hustle that boy
(Worth a few mil') he's sittin' at the bar
(Tearin' up hundred dollar bills) that's his car parked by the front door
(On them big wheels) he ain't never been a punk
Bugga suga plusha, fuck a state trooper
I'm livin' for the moment, I ain't livin' for the future
My dudes will bring it to ya, bring the noise like a Tuba
Crack ya peanut shell, run up on ya with the Ruger
Smoke herb like a hippie (hippie), drink like a pirate (pirate)
Wrist real crisp (crisp), haters don't like it (like it)
Jack of all trades (trades), gotta get my chips (chips)
Manipulate ya broad, put ya chick on Craigslist ('list)
Traffic, I'm in and out y'all work when it's a drought (drought)
Don't take the main street (street), take the under route (route)
Sucka use your head (dummy), you heard what I said
I'm gettin' carpal tunnel while I'm countin' all this bread
Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes
26 inches in between my tires
Knot in my pocket, better believe three grand
Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand
I'm a get money, nigga, I grind like hell
When I show 'em the G's I'm a crank up the scale
Oh yeah (oh yeah), I'ma crank up the scale
Oh yeah (oh yeah), I'ma crank up the scale (ay)