Foxy Brown

Foxy Brown - J.o.b lyrics

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Foxy Brown - J.O.B 
[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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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Violator Records, L.L.C.

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

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