Oh Yeah (Work) [Featuring Sean P. & E-40]

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, ****, 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, ****, 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 **** 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, ****, 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, ****, 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, ****, 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)