J-O-B
Foxy Brown f/ Mya

Verse 1:
Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin' cable
Hands all in his pants
Feet all up on my table
Niggas I don't know
Rollin' droll
Optimo blows
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
Sendin' niggas home and hit the streets
Cuz you been up layin' up, chillin' in this bitch for weeks
Know the ice is nice and sticks is sweet
Look in the fridge it's full
But the shit ain't sweet
Nigga it costs to floss
Keep shit that's new
Sure you can 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
But shit you can't stay
Let my girl Mya sing what I came to say, c'mon

Chorus: (Mya)
'Cause ain't nothing going on but the rent
You got to have a J-O-B
If you wanna be with me
(repeat)

Verse 2:
Ughh
I need a heavy trick with a deadly dick
With a Benz two-thou, SE 6
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
I don't want drams wit ya'll baby moms
Nigga, all I want is a Cartier charm
Been tryin' to take it there, fuck the movies
I'm a red carpet bitch, nigga, world premiere
Shit, I ain't yo 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 stilleto
And I gotta have them Prada bags
And them shopping sprees and a lotta cash, c'mon

Chorus

Verse 3:
If you wanna fuck, I can spin
If you wanna friend, 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
Started in the hoopty, ended in the drop
Wanna know the secret how you stay on me?
You gotta get on, stay on your J O B, c'mon

Chorus

Mya:
No romance without finance
(repeat till fade)