Lil Scrappy - Oh Yeah (Work) lyrics

[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] Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes 26 inches in between my tires Knot in my pocket man at least three grand diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand I'm a get money n***a, grind like hell when I'm short on my G's I'ma crank up the scale Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah I'ma crank up the scale Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah I'ma crank up the scale! [Lil Scrappy] I'm never goin' broke no mo' as long as my folks keep -guns-? and the blow They sell it on up and then they bring back mo' and everybody askin' what I got that work for (Got What!!!) Got diamonds in my shades, that Cartier frame You look up at my face and tell her you a -grain-?, the ho be amazed they be like OH! n***a see it from the boss, see the way it glow Yeah! Them things twinkle in the light right I don't know, I just twinkle in the lime light gotta Chevy same color as a can of Sprite sippin' on the X.O. got me feelin' right I've been livin', my whole life pimpin' you'll never catch me slippin' f**in' with you all women Scrap be chillin', I stay on the grind It's hard life we livin', I stay with my nine [Chorus] [Sean Paul of Youngbloodz] I ain't gotta hit these streets no mo' (no mo') Criss inten-ed-ed for a show Notice I ain't out but four times every week (every week) during the time four every week get G'ed (get G'ed) Cartier shade with the gator cut wood (cut wood) proud of football, damn you all n***as do it (do it) Whenever we in Atlanta now they calling me and you (you) everyday I'm hustlin' diamonds up against the wood (wood) Dope boy fresh dressed in red monkey clothes (clothes) gotta stay fresh for you dead monkey ho (ho) 26 inches sittin' tall like whoa (like whoa) Get the cameraman I'm a God damn show Shower cap and all, b**h you already know (know) f** around wit dope, and squeeze some money outta ho (ho) Get my n***a, yeah I grind like hell rubberband around my money, like a God damn player (damn player) [Chorus] [E-40] Oh! Swapped out grill they say that hustler that (that) boy worth a few mill he sittin' at the bar tearin' up hundred dollar bills that's his car parked in the front door on them big wheels He ain't never been a punk! Oh! Booga Suga Pusher f** a state trooper I'm livin' for the moment,I ain't livin' for the future my dudes will bring it to you, bring the noise like a tuba crack your peanut shell, run up on you with the ruga Smoke herb like a hippie (hippie) drank like a pirate (pirate) wrist real crisp (crisp), haters don't like it (like it) Jacket full of trays (trays), gotta get my chips (chips) manipulate your braud, put your chick on Craig List (List) Traffic I'm in and out (out) gotta work when it's a drought (drought) don't take the main street (street) take the other route (route) s**er use your head dumby.. you heard what I said I'm gettin' carpal tunnel while I'm countin' all this bread