Oh Yeah (Work)

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Scrappy] I hear everyone of you We do it like the army do I can go vertical Let's go, hey, hold up (hold up) No, blow, oh C'mon, crank it, c'mon! Eh! Oh! [Chorus: Lil Scrappy] 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'mma crank up the scale Oh yeah (Oh yeah), I'mma crank up the scale [Verse 1: Lil Scrappy] I ain't never goin broke no mo' As long as my folk keep runners of that blow They sell it on out then thay bring they back mo' And ere'body askin what I got that work fo' (got what?!) Got diamonds in my shades the Cartier frames They look up at my face and tell its 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 lime light Got a chevy same color as a can of sprite Sippin on on that X O got me feelin right I been livin my whole life pimpin Never catch me slippin fuckin wit ya'll women Scrapp be chillin I stay on my grind It's a hard life we livin I stay wit my nine [Chorus: Lil Scrappy] 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'mma crank up the scale Oh yeah (Oh yeah), I'mma crank up the scale [Verse 2: Sean P] Ain't gotta hit these streets no mo' Crisp 15 ten 24 show Notice I ain't never Fo' times e'ery week 20 time fo' every week get G's Party game shades with the gator cut wood Prada footwear damn yall nigga do it Pimpin in Atlanta now they callin me in Europe Everyday I hustle diamonds up against the wood Dope boy fresh dressed in red monkey clothes Gotta stay fresh for you red moneky Ho's 26 inches sittin tall like WHOA I'm a need a camera man 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 playa [Chorus: Lil Scrappy] 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'mma crank up the scale Oh yeah (Oh yeah), I'mma crank up the scale [Verse 3: E-40] (Slugged out grill) They say hustle that dat boy (Worth a few mill) He sitting at the bar (Tearing 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 living for the moment, I ain't living 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, drink like a pirate Wrist real crisp, haters don't like it Jack of all trades, gotta get my chips Manipulate ya broad put ya chick on Craigslist Traffic come in and out, y'all work when it's a drought Dont take the main street, take the under route Sucka use yo head (Dummy), you heard what I said I'm gettin carpal tunnel while I'm counting all this bread [Chorus: Lil Scrappy] 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'mma crank up the scale Oh yeah (Oh yeah), I'mma crank up the scale