Turn My Scale On - Young Jeezy, Fabolous

Hopped up out the bed

Turn my scale on

Took a look at the work and say wussup

Yeah we gettin money

They say the hood looking for you

Time to bounce back

You gotta feed the streets, Young

It’s in your contract

Right here, page 1, paragraph 3

Do what the fuck you wanna do, nigga

Just feed the streets

Remember when I tried to pay 28 bands

Had the nerve to be short 28 grams

I’m gonna need to check your folks

Somebody stole one

Say what the fuck you wanna say

Somebody owe him one

Good dick, tatoos, bitches like that

Talk to em any kind of way

The bitches like that

They say its all about the fit

I say the right hat

They say its all about the kicks

I say the right stack

I feel like stuntin tonight

Got all my chains on

Nigga you ain’t said shit

Thats my theme song

And if you ain’t gettin money

Then your themes wrong

And if you ain’t dream livin

Then your dreams wrong

White floors, white brick

Thats my dream house

100 bricks the long way

Thats my dream couch

Can you imagine me just sittin on them shits

Wait for the drought to roll around

And make a killing on them shits

Man its such a beautiful day

Do some lawn work

T hats why my arm hurts

23 for the B

That’s that Lebron work,

Home invaders

I don’t know my alarm work

Turn the scale on

Turn the scale on