Work

[Chorus: Young Scooter]

Only thing I know is get them packs in

Don't ever let a nigga think you need him

Fuck a friend, be about your business

Stand ten toes down and get it

And work, work, work, work

Work, work, work, work

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]

When you call a nigga phone and they don't answer for you

That mean that nigga never gave a fuck about you

You in the streets, don't keep your ID in your wallet

I got like six names, I can be anybody

Early in the mornin' got the stove rockin'

Everything I do I see somebody watchin'

Lost everything I had and Future said he got me

I turn them free bands to millions of dollars

Made some juugs with Dolph now I'm good in Ohio

Do you like my slick partner blow them packs by you?

Hit up dope phone, ain't workin' in the gump

So anything you want, I got it in the trunk

[Chorus: Young Scooter]

Only thing I know is get them packs in

Don't ever let a nigga think you need him

Fuck a friend, be about your business

Stand ten toes down and get it

And work, work, work, work

Work, work, work, work

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

They say crime don't pay, well, if crime don't pay

Then I'm lying, I'm flying and the sun ain't shine

Say it all the time, It'll come in due time

I ain't got no time, I'ma rob for mine

Don't ask how, I'm a cash cow

Can't wait then because I need it now

Say I'm insane cause my pistol hang

I'm at the shooting range like I'm Jesse James

Got great aim, yeah, I'm accurate

I'm a pimp nigga, I can mack a bitch

And I can't turn water to wine, bitch

But I can turn half a brick to a whole brick

That 2Pac, that old shit

Fill a nigga ass with holes quick

Use a nigga head for a trophy

Then dump a nigga body in the ocean

Finger a bitch with my trigger finger

Same finger that I roll a blunt with

How the fuck you a Hitman

And I paid you and you ain't hit shit?

Not Byrd Gang but it's Bricksquad

But I make a nigga whole set dip quick

Got a new Mac with a cooler on it

Hope you folks got insurance on it

[Chorus: Young Scooter]

Only thing I know is get them packs in

Don't ever let a nigga think you need him

Fuck a friend, be about your business

Stand ten toes down and get it

And work, work, work, work

Work, work, work, work

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]

You in the streets and you ain't got it

Nigga, you better take it

Every nigga 'round me is impatient

Down in Miami, I know a couple of Haitians

Man, guardin' projects the bricks stupid crazy

Before the day over, twenty to a eighty

Remix like a cater, I serve you like a waiter

You on the block with no pack, nigga, I see you later

Got dope all flavors, catch me working daily

All I want is paper, BMG we made it

We gotta go to work, you can't be looking crazy

Your trap will go berzerk, if you know how to play it

I had to switch my house, these niggas snitching crazy

[Chorus: Young Scooter]

Only thing I know is get them packs in

Don't ever let a nigga think you need him

Fuck a friend, be about your business

Stand ten toes down and get it

And work, work, work, work

Work, work, work, work