Work - Yo Gotti, Gucci Mane

The difference between a pimp and a street nigga dog

Is a pimp nigga work his bitch

A trapper work the trap, a pimp work the track

But a street nigga works his wrist

Work ya wrist then, well work ya wrist then

I get my wrist game on cause my wrist game strong

And my wrist flexible like I broke my wrist bone

I got muscles in my wrist, cause the 4 touched the pad

I can’t count every play I use different rubber bands

Red means 30 stacks blue means 10 packs

When I say Imma skreet nigga bitch I mean that

Hold up, Hold up, this shit won’t cake up

80 thousand dollar profits so I bought a Jacob

Yeeaahhh, yeah that’s my favorite word

Hit a plug with the herb and connected with the bird

He hurt he know homey where ya been dog?

Ain’t no sense in callin' Gucci less yer buying 10 dog

I crossed 10 state lines just to bring the pack here

Go’n fill ya W-2s out cause I’m taxin'

I’ll pay for that ass I ain’t never been a mack

But ya front me a pack, I’ll bring that money back

Gotta stay fresh, all white tee

Dark Gucci lokez so the boy can’t see

Triple beam scales, 5 for the pound, 12 for the Q-P, it’s goin down

Yeeahh, and I’m sick wit it I got major cake

And I blow 50 Gs on a rainy day

I got hard white, I’m with Gucci Mane

We fuckin 50 hoes cause they some Gucci fans

There’s a stack dirty, there’s a plaque dirty

His jeans cut and his slacks dirty

Blowin bubble gum, we gettin blew down

Like it’s Mardi Gras, we got the top down

Imma chef too, name Dough Boy

Call me Boston, Georgia, or just blow boy

Fucked a bitch who’s gettin stacked

Keep it moving less you movin' this pack

Whatcha say Gucci?

I was thinking out loud

Bout what?

Sellin whole better break the shit down

Sackin Gary Payton I was gonna buy T-O

Sat 24, a whole, 80 country «Whoa-flow»

I got 30 bricks sold add 60 mounds of gold

Im the same way in case yer baby mobile wanna snow

D-boy swag mane, shawty that’s what I got

Got that Larry Bird yay, and it’s jumpin out the pot

You be down motherfucker cause you know I’m too hot

Sick wrist game dawg I ain’t talkin bout my watch

Want a chain like mine, but ya can’t afford the price

You can call me frigidaire because I pack a lotta ice

You can spin the world like the Earth on it’s axis

I’m gainin' wait dawg just like a fat bitch

Gotta mean with some pea, wanna learn just watch

Nigga, red stop sign nigga roll kush stop