Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Job , by - Foxy Brown. Song from the album Chyna Doll, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Violator
Song language: English
Job |
| Ughh, gimme some |
| Ughh, yeah, yeah, yeah, heh |
| Ughh, get sticky wit it Ughh, get your name back |
| Not that, ughh |
| 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 |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |
| No romance without finance |
| (Repeat until fade) |