[Hook: Young Scooter] Only thang 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 he don’t answer for you That mean that nigga never gave a fuck about you You’re in the streets, don’t keep your ID in your wallet I got like six names, I can be anybody Early in the morning got the stove rockin' Everything I do I see somebody watchin' Lost everything I had, Future’s 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 my dope phone ain’t working in the gump So anything you want I got it in the trunk
[Hook: 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'm a rob for mine Don’t ask how, I’m a cash cow Can't wait then, cause 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 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 hit man And I paid you, and you ain’t hit shit? Not Byrd Gang, but its 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
[Hook: 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’re in the streets and you ain’t got it Then you better take it Every nigga around me is impatient Down in Miami I know a couple of Haitians Man got in projects that bring stupid crazy Before the day over, twenty to the 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 Gotta go to work, you can’t be looking crazy Your trap will go berserk, if you know how to play it I had to switch my house, these niggas snitching crazy
[Hook: 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!