Job Lyrics - Chyna Doll - Foxy Brown

Ughh 

Gimme some 

Ughh 

Yeah yeah yeah heh 

Ughh 

Get sticky wit it 

Ughh 

Get your name back 

Not that 

Ughh 

Nigga want to lay up on my couch watchin' cable 

Hands all in his pants feet up on my table 

Niggas I don't know rollin' droll 

Optimo blow you got to go 

Nigga out the door tryin' to throw some hints 

It's the first of the month tryin' to pay some rent 

Sendin' them niggas home and hit the streets 

'Cause you been up layin' up, chillin' in this bitch for weeks 

Know that ice is nice and sticks is sweet 

Look in the fridge is full, but the shit ain't sweet 

Nigga get caught to floss, keep shit to ask Newt 

Sure you can charge him but the bill is you 

See, ballers like you gotta pay to play 

Y'all Big Pun niggas gotta pay like you weigh 

You could come by, shit you can't say 

That my girl Mya sing what I can't even say, c'mon 

'Cause ain't nothing going on but the rent 

You got to have a J O be 

If you want to be with me 

'Cause ain't nothing going on but the rent 

You got to have a J O be 

If you want to be with me 

Uh, I need a heavy trick with a deadly dick (uh huh) 

With a Benz two-thou, SE 6 (whoa) 

Swatch, whatever, as long as he beds me sick 

At least three TVs in every wig 

I ain't tryin' to go to court for child support 

In a crib cramped up, fighting for Pampers (uh huh) 

I don't want draws witcha baby moms 

Nigga, all I want is a car to inch on 

Been tryin' to take it there, fuck the movies 

I'm a red carpet bitch, nigga, world premiere 

Shit, I ain't the average, I gotta have shit 

And I'm a shopaholic, with a heavy shoe habit 

Not one two, I need a few karats 

Nigga try yourself, buy a stelleto 

And I gotta have them Parrotta Bags 

And them shopping sprees and a lotta cash, c'mon 

'Cause ain't nothing going on but the rent 

You got to have a J O be 

If you want to be with me 

'Cause ain't nothing going on but the rent 

You got to have a J O be 

If you want to be with me 

If you want to fuck, I can spin 

If you want to friend, I 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 in the Hoopty, end it in the Drop 

want to know the secret how you stay on me? 

You gotta get on, stay on your J-O-B, c'mon 

'Cause ain't nothing going on but the rent 

You got to have a J O be 

If you want to be with me 

'Cause ain't nothing going on but the rent 

You got to have a J O be 

If you want to be with me 

No romance without finance 

No romance without finance (oooooooo) 

No romance without finance (no romance without finance) 

No romance without finance 

No romance without finance 

No romance without finance 

No romance without finance 

No romance without finance