Lil Scrappy - Oh Yeah (Work) (feat. Sean P of the Youngbloodz & E-40) lyrics

I get one wit' you feels like tha otha blue I could go vertical (Vertical) And start it Man, hold up No (No) Blow (Blow) C'mon crank it c'mon Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes 26 inches in between my tire Knot in my pocket made at least 3 grand Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand I'ma get money n***a, I grind like hell When I'm short on 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 thay bring they back mo' And everybody 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 they woodgrain And the ho's be amazed they be like, "Oh" They can see it from the bar see the way it glow 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 XO got me feelin' right I been livin', my whole life pimpin' Never catch me slippin', f**in' wit' y'all women Scrapp' be chillin' I stay on my grind It's a hard life we livin' I stay wit' my .9 Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes 26 inches in between my tire Knot in my pocket made at least 3 grand Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand I'ma get money n***a, I grind like hell When I'm short on 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 gotta hit these streets no mo' Crisp 15 ten 20 for a show Notice I ain't out but fo' times e'ry week 20 time fo' e'ry week get G's Cartier shades with the gator cut wood Prada footwear damn y'all n***a do it Livin' 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 monkey ho's 26 inches sittin' tall like whoa (Like whoa) Bring the camera man I'm a Goddamn show Shower cap and all b**h you already know f** around with dope, squeeze the money out a ho I'ma get money n***a yeah I grind like hell Rubberband around my money like a Goddamn playa Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes 26 inches in between my tire Knot in my pocket made at least 3 grand Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand I'ma get money n***a, I grind like hell When I'm short on 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 dat boy (Worth a few mill') He 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 sugga pusha f** 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, drink like a pirate Wrist real crisp haters don't like it Jack of all trades, got to get my chips Manipulate ya broad, put ya chick on Craiglist Traffic come in and out, got work when it's a drought Don't take the main street, take the under route s**a use yo' 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 tire Knot in my pocket made at least 3 grand Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand I'ma get money n***a, I grind like hell When I'm short on 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