Artist: Young Scooter f/ Gucci Mane Album: Street Lottery (Mixtape) Song: Work Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] 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 tall and get it Work, work, work, work Work, work, work, work [Verse 1] 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 stole rock Everything I do I see somebody watching Lost everything I had, the future's what I got I turn them free bares to millions of dollars Lesson to adopt, know I'm good, how are you Do you like my slick, pot no blow my ex by you Hear the dope phone ain't working in a dump So anything you want I got it in the trunk [Chorus] 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 tall and get it Work, work, work, work Work, work, work, work [Verse 2] 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 now So inslack and my pills don't hang 'em I'm in the shootlane like I'm discharge I got green, I ain't acting with I can kill a nigga, I can knock a bitch And I can't tell when and why, bitch But I can tell have a break to a whole birthday That two part, that old shit Have a nigga ask where hoes quit Lose a nigga head for a trophy Then dump a nigga body by the ocean Finger a bitch with my trigger finger Same finger that I roll a blunt with Have to fuck you, I'm here, man And I paid you, you ain't here for shit Not a board game, but I really scored But I made a nigga whole see deep quick Got 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 nigga think you need him Fuck a friend be about your business Stand ten tall and get it Work, work, work, work Work, work, work, work [Verse 3] 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 haters 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 on flavors, catch me working daily All 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 it I had to switch my house, three niggas snitching crazy [Chorus] 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 tall and get it Work, work, work, work Work, work, work, work