Young Scooter - Work Lyrics
(Chorus)Only thing I know is get them packs in,Don’t ever let a nigger think you need him***** a friend be about your businessStand ten tall and get it.Work, work, work, work,Work, work, work, work.(Verse)When you call a nigger phone and he don’t answer for youThat mean that nigger never gave a ***** about youYou’re in the streets, don’t keep your ID in your walletI got like six names, I can be anybody.Early in the morning got the stole rockEverything I do I see somebody watchingLost everything I had, the future’s what I gotI turn them free bares to millions of dollarsLesson to adopt, know I’m good, how are youDo you like my slick, pot no blow my ex by youHear the dope phone ain’t working in a dumpSo anything you want I got it in the trunk.(Chorus)Only thing I know is get them packs in,Don’t ever let a nigger think you need him***** a friend be about your businessStand ten tall and get it.Work, work, work, work,Work, work, work, work.(Verse)They say crime don’t pay when the crime don’t pay,Get in line, I’m flying in the sun they shine,Stay low, take time and I’m not gonna do time,Ain’t got no time, I’m a rough mine.Don’t ask how, I’m a cash cal,I can’t wait them cause I need ‘em nowSo inslack and my pills don’t hang ‘emI’m in the shootlane like I’m discharge.I got green, I ain’t acting with,I can kill a nigger, I can knock a *****And I can’t tell when and why, *****,But I can tell have a break to a whole birthday.That two part, that old shit,Have a nigger ask where hoes quit,Lose a nigger head for a trophy,Then dump a nigger body by the ocean.Finger a ***** with my trigger finger,Same finger that I roll a blunt withHave to ***** you, I’m here, manAnd I paid you, you ain’t here for shitNot a board game, but I really scoredBut I made a nigger whole see deep quickGot a new map with a cooler on it,All you fools got a show on me.(Chorus)Only thing I know is get them packs in,Don’t ever let a nigger think you need him***** a friend be about your businessStand ten tall and get it.Work, work, work, work,Work, work, work, work.(Verse)You’re in the streets and you ain’t got it,Then you better take it.Every nigger around me is impatient.Down in Miami I know a couple of hatersMan got in projects that bring stupid crazy.Before the day over, twenty to the eightyRemix like a cater, I serve you like a waiterYou on the block with no pack, nigger, I see you later,Got dope on flavors, catch me working dailyAll I want is paper, D&G, we made it,Gotta go to work, you can’t be looking crazy.You trap and don’t deserve, if you know how to play itI had to switch my house, three niggers snitching crazy.(Chorus)Only thing I know is get them packs in,Don’t ever let a nigger think you need him***** a friend be about your businessStand ten tall and get it.Work, work, work, work,Work, work, work, work.
