Oh Yeah (Work) (feat. Sean P. of YoungBloodZ and E-40)

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!
 Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes
 26 inches inbetween 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
 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 Cardier 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
 Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes
 26 inches inbetween 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
 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
 Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes
 26 inches inbetween 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
 (slugged out grill) they say hustle that dat boy
 (worth a few mill) he sittin at the bar
 (tearin up hundred dollar bills) thats his car parked by the front Do
 (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 drink like a pirate
 Wrist real crisp haters dont like it
 Jack of all trades, gotta get my chips
 Manipulate ya broad put ya chick on Craigslist
 Traffic om in and out yall work when its a drought
 Dont take the main street take the under route
 Sucka use yo head 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 inbetween 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