I get one wit you...    Feels like tha otha blue   I could go burden (Burden)   And start it   Man   Hold up      No (no)    Blo (Blo)   C'mon crank it C'mon               (Chorus)      Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes   26 inches in between my tire   knot in my pocket made at least 3 grand   Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand   I'm a get money nigga I grind like hell   when I'm short on the G's I'm a crank up the scale   Oh yeah (Oh yeah) I'm a crank up the scale   Oh yeah (Oh yeah) I'm a crank up the scale   e   Lil scrappy (verse 1)      I aint 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 they 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 chillen I stay on my grind   It's a hard life we livin I stay wit my nine      (Chorus)      Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes   26 inches in between my tire   knot in my pocket made at least 3 grand   diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand   im a get money nigga i grind like hell   when I'm short on the G's I'm a crank up the scale   oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale   oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale      Sean Paul (verse 2)      aint gotta hit these streets no mo'   crisp 15 ten 20 for a show   notice i aint never Fo' times e'ery week   20 time fo' every week get G's   Cardier 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   Doe boy fresh dressed in red monkey clothes   gotta stay fresh for u red moneky Ho's   26 inches sittin tall like WHOA (like whoa)   im a need a camera man im a god Damn show   shower cap and all bitch you already know   fuck around with dopers squeeze the money out a Ho   im a get money nigga yeah i grind like hell   rubberband around my money like a God damn playa      (Chorus)      Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes   26 inches in between my tire   knot in my pocket made at least 3 grand   diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand   im a get money nigga i grind like hell   when I'm short on the G's im a crank up the scale   oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale   oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale      E-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) thats his car parked by the front door   (on them big wheels) he aint never been a punk   Bugga suga pusha FUCK a state trooper   im livin for the moment i aint livin 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 dont like it   Jack of all trades got to get my chips   manipulate ya broad put ya chick on Craig List   Traffic come in and out got work when its a drought   dont take the main street take the under route   sucka use yo head dummy you heard what i said   im gettin carpal tunnel while im countin all this bread      (Chorus)      Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes   26 inches in between my tire   knot in my pocket made at least 3 grand   diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand   im a get money nigga i grind like hell   when I'm short on the G's im a crank up the scale   oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale   oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale