Work That Thing

Work that thing, twerk it fast
Go on bounce that ass, if you wanna make some cash
On them thangs, in S class
Wood across the dash, looking good when we pass
Swang and bang, and mash on
Don't make this be a song, that we whoop your ass on
What you claim, then throw it up
Wanna drank pour it up, wanna smoke roll it up

I'm Don Pred a young hogg, shaking the Feds
I was led to put lead, in these fake haters head
A hundred percent about my bread, show a dollar and I follow
Ben Frank's my role model, so I'm no freestyler
If it's free it ain't me, money talks shit walks
And since my time cost, I can afford to be boss
Cash rule everything around me, so on the grind you found me
I can't let my people doubt me, ain't nothing but stars around me
I had to ball or stay broke, get a job or sell dope
I chose dope, cause I don't look good in hollow ropes
I'm trying to shine, I promise I can't get left behind
I keep that money on my mind, at all times
I do what I wanna, might fly to Daytona to get in a stoner
If it ain't sticky marijuana, take it back to the corner
It's your life, you happy well do what you do
Don't let nobody knock your hustle, fool do what you do huh

Now E.S.G. be shining, top on recline G
Riding with a dime piece, smoking on some pine tree
You can find me, on G and bunnies and kits
Now what really turn me on, is Tina Thompson lips
Come let's flip, we on fire
Trying to bust like a set, of old five stone tires
Organize the franchise, that was destined to rise
Gotta keep my mind on the prize, I look in my lil son eyes
Playa you know and I know, that we gotta get green
Hit the scene like out cash, so fresh and so clean
Wanna make a million dollars, let me spit sixteen
Give me one beat machine, and a dope street team
Candy green TV screen, we started that codeine shit
That pinky ring and Benz and yene, and all that bling bling shit
This song for rappers and jackers, strippers and brick flippers
Everybody bout that money, we gon represent with ya

[Slim Thug & (E.S.G.)
It's me the Slim Thee, (and that E.S.G.)
Northside (Southside), bringing heat to the streets
(You got beef beat your beef), cause my click ain't weak
(We got a new logo), you seen our platinum piece
(We going back to back), and wrecking track for track
(We went from crack to that), just to make our stacks
(A GTS Cadillac), I'm crooked braids to the back
(I'm bald fade Escalade), where my Gucci shades at
(Me and Slim gon shine), we reading Rolex time
(99 Got our mind), on a million dollar grind
(Let my fifth recline), I let my top down
(Smile at the same time), and leave the whole world blind huh

Bounce playa bounce playa, where my soldiers at
Bounce playa bounce playa, where my soldiers at
Bounce baby bounce baby, make that ass clap
Bounce baby bounce baby, make that ass clap
Bounce playa bounce playa, where my thugs at
Bounce playa bounce playa, where my thugs at
Bounce baby bounce baby, make that ass clap
Bounce baby bounce baby, make that ass clap
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