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from Chyna Doll

"Job" is track #4 on the album Chyna Doll. It was written by Carter, Shawn / Charles, Charly / Guthrie, Gwen.
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Ughh, gimme some
Ughh, yeah, yeah, yeah, heh
Ughh, get sticky with 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 'cuz 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 Maya sing what I came to say, c'mon

'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, Swatch, 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 a lotta cash, c'mon

'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

If you wanna fuck, I could spend
If you wanna front, gotta go
If you got doe, 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

'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

No romance without finance
No romance without finance
No romance without finance
...

Songwriters
CARTER, SHAWN / CHARLES, CHARLY / GUTHRIE, GWEN

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