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 Huh, what