Workerz

They always say if your hand itch, that mean you gettin' money

So when my hand itch a lot, I just rub em

And it just, it's just my thing

Before I pull up to the crib, first I circle round the block

Cameras all around the house, I be watchin' like I'm Ox

I done been through the raid, you niggas never seen a drop

Not a spec of no work, but talkin' like you got a spot

My momma tell me every day that I remind her of my pops

My old dude held it down, shit he did he can't be topped

That's why I'm on these niggas necks, full speed I can't be stopped

And I'll pop a pussy nigga if he ever try to block me or the pape

I know it's goin' over your head, you can't relate

So put it this way, the life you say you livin' fake

You ain't never sold weight

The shit you did, dude, came from another nigga plate

I'm givin' head taps, you can hear em' when they hiss

So homie, pucker up, them bullets comin' like a kiss

Empty out the whole clip, you can smell it when it rip

Right through a nigga skin, it be burnin' like a bitch

I'm gettin' plenty cake, you wanna eat, then get a dish

Instead of all that tough shit, you niggas softer than some grits

I'm a seven mile dog, I got it tatted on my wrist

from Archdale, but the Fen put a nigga in the mix

My uncles was them niggas, taught me all about a stick

They taught me never ever let em' play you like a bitch

So what the fuck I do, got on they ass like a pit

Blue collar dope shit, ho, I'm ballin' like the Knicks

My Wagoneer on 6s, my Supersport on 4s

Camaro drop top, ho, who wanna hit the road

It don't matter what you got, bring it to me and it's sold

You say you wanna learn to mix, you gotta pay the toll