[Intro: 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: Lil Scrappy]
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 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
[Verse 1: Lil Scrappy]
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 Cartier 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
[Chorus: Lil Scrappy]
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 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
[Verse 2: Sean P]
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
[Chorus: Lil Scrappy]
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 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
[Verse 3: E-40]
(Slugged out grill) They say hustle that dat boy
(Worth a few mill) He sitting at the bar
(Tearing 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 living for the moment, I ain't living 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 don't like it
Jack of all trades, gotta get my chips
Manipulate ya broad put ya chick on Craigslist
Traffic come in and out, y'all work when it's a drought
Dont take the main street, take the under route
Sucka use yo head (Dummy), you heard what I said
I'm gettin carpal tunnel while I'm counting all this bread
[Chorus: Lil Scrappy]
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 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
