Job Lyrics by Foxy Brown

Job Lyrics

    [intro]
    Ughh, gimme some
    Ughh, yeah, yeah, yeah, heh
    Ughh, get sticky wit it
    Ughh, get your name back
    Not that, ughh

    [foxy]
    Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin' cable
    Hands all in his pants, feet all on my table
    Niggas i don't know, rollin' 'dro
    Optimo', blow you got to go nigga, out the door
    Tryin' to throw some hints
    It's the first of the month, time to pay some rent
    You could send them niggas home and hit the streets
    Cuz you been layin' up chillin' in this bitch for weeks
    Know that ice is nice and sticks is sleek
    And the fridge is full, but the shit ain't sweet
    Nigga get cause to floss, keep shit that's new
    Sure, you could charge it but the bill is due
    See ballers like you gotta pay to play
    Y'all big pun niggas gotta pay like you weigh
    You could come by, shit, but you can't stay
    Let my girl mya sing what i came to say, c'mon

    [mya]
    1 - cuz ain't nothing going on but the rent
    You got to have a j.o.b.
    If you wanna be with me
    Cuz ain't nothing going on but the rent
    You got to have a j.o.b.
    If you wanna be with me

    [foxy]
    I need a heavy trick with a deadly dick
    With a benz two-thousand se 6, 's watch, whatever
    As long as the bezzy sit at least three
    Tvs in everywhere
    I ain't tryin' to go to court for child support
    In a crib cramped up, fighting for pampers
    I don't want dram's wit' ya'll baby moms
    Nigga, all i want is cartier charms
    Been tryin' to take it there, fuck the movies
    I'm a red carpet bitch, nigga, world premiere
    Shit, i ain't your average i-got-to-have-shit
    And i'm a shopaholic, with a heavy shoe habit
    Not one two, i need a few karats
    Nigga try suffer, buy a stiletto
    And i gotta have them perotta bags
    And them shopping sprees and alotta cash, c'mon

    Repeat 1

    If you wanna fuck, i could spend
    If you wanna front, gotta go
    If you got dough, let 'em in
    If you go broke, it ain't the end
    Remember how you did it before?
    Let's do it again

    You could start from the bottom
    Take it to the top
    Start it from the hoopty, end it in the drop
    Wanna know the secret how you stay on me?
    You gotta get on, stay on your j.o.b., c'mon

    Repeat 1

    No romance without finance
    (repeat until fade)

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