Oh Yeah (Work)

Oh Yeah (Work) Lyrics

I get one wit you... Feels like tha otha blueI could go burden (Burden)And start itManHold upNo (no) Blo (Blo)C'mon crank it C'mon(Chorus)Got Cardier frames coverin' up my eyes26 inches in between my tireknot in my pocket made at least 3 grandDiamonds on my neck and a pistol in my handI'm a get money nigga I grind like hellwhen I show em the G's I'm a crank up the scaleOh yeah (Oh yeah) I'm a crank up the scaleOh yeah (Oh yeah) I'm a crank up the scaleeLil scr*ppy (verse 1)I aint never goin broke no mo'As long as my folk keep runners of that blowthey 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 framesThey look up at my face and tell they woodgrainAnd the Ho's be amazed they be like OH!They can see it from the bar see the way it glowsYeah! them things twinkle in the light brightI don't know I just twinkle in the lime lightGot a chevy same color as a can of spriteSippin on on that X O got me feelin rightI been livin my whole life pimpinNever catch me slippin f**kin wit ya'll womenScr*pp be chillen I stay on my grindIt's a hard life we livin I stay wit my nine(Chorus)Got Cardier frames coverin' up my eyes26 inches in between my tireknot in my pocket made at least 3 granddiamonds on my neck and a pistol in my handim a get money nigga i grind like hellwhen I show em the G's I'm a crank up the scaleoh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scaleoh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scaleSean Paul (verse 2)aint gotta hit these streets no mo'crisp 15 ten 20 for a shownotice i aint never Fo' times e'ery week20 time fo' every week get G'sCardier shades with the gator cut woodPrada footwear damn yall nigga do itpimpin in Atlanta now they callin me in Europeeveryday i hustle diamonds up against the woodDoe boy fresh dressed in red monkey clothesgotta stay fresh for u red moneky Ho's26 inches sittin tall like WHOA (like whoa)im a need a camera man im a god Damn showshower cap and all b**ch you already knowf**k around with dopers squeeze the money out a Hoim a get money nigga yeah i grind like hellrubberband around my money like a God damn playa(Chorus)Got Cardier frames coverin' up my eyes26 inches in between my tireknot in my pocket made at least 3 granddiamonds on my neck and a pistol in my handim a get money nigga i grind like hellwhen i show em the G's im a crank up the scaleoh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scaleoh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scaleE-40 (verse 3)(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 aint never been a punkBugga suga pusha f**k a state trooperim livin for the moment i aint livin for the futuremy dudes will bring it to ya bring the noise like a Tubacrack ya peanut shell run up on ya with the Rugersmoke herb like a hippie drink like a piratewrist real crisp haters don't like itJack of all trades got to get my chipsmanipulate ya broad put ya chick on Craig ListTraffic I'm in and out yall work when it's a droughtdon't take the main street take the under routesucka use yo head dummy you heard what i saidim gettin carpal tunnel while im countin all this bread(Chorus)Got Cardier frames coverin' up my eyes26 inches in between my tireknot in my pocket made at least 3 granddiamonds on my neck and a pistol in my handim a get money nigga i grind like hellwhen i show em the G's im a crank up the scaleoh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scaleoh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale