juelz santana
make it work for you
[Chorus] Boy let me show ya how to make that crack How to spend that money how to make that back Girl let me show how to hit that strip How to get that dick don't give back lip Go head do what you do make it work for ya Go head do what you do make it work for ya Go head do what you do make it work for ya Go head do what you do make it work for ya  Put the coke in the pots whip it over the rocks Ship it over the blocks it's movin' movin' I do the damn thang I get a brick, shit I don't let it sit quick I move the damn thang I can show you how to mix that shit How to get that shit how to twist that wrist I can show you how to get back more And the shit that you get back is just as raw Girl I can show you how to hit that Ave With that big fat ass and go get that cash But you know you got to give back half I'm somethin' like a pimp man go get that cash Boy I don't play when it comes to money I guess that's why I'm okay when it comes to money I got two coups a truck and one four door I can pick up all my hoes and have a one four org  [Chorus]  Copped ten sold five then I hide three Baking soda residue I'm gone with the other two Fuck a magic stick Jeezy got a magic wrist David Copperfield on the stove all types of shit Stack it up like Pringles all type of chips Are-15 all type of clips G.A. yeah Atlanta Dipset Harlem World call Santana Hit Jim on the hip Cam on the celly We gon' call Ace I get 'em for R.Kelly That's seventeen a chicken I know the birdman 140th and Lenix I know the birdgang  [Chorus]  Ugh, you can smell it through the wrapper That's that shit nigga sit it in a pamper I still got two sittin' in the hamper I let 'em sit and air out or else you on them dampers My lil brother got piff on them campers We call him the N.O. capo New Orleans that's what we ride for We got Cash Money on the table layin' underneath the flo' Shit it's like I got a pan how I heat the flo' Aye but I really got a pan when I hit the blo Shit aye this beat is so Motherfuckin' G.I. Joe and the hydro Got me high I can't see where I go When the rap stop movin' you just follow the coke When your bitch start choosin' she gon' ride wit a pro I'm a have that hoe swallowin' coke Birdman Jr  [Chorus]