JOB Lyrics

Richie Wess

Uh, bright lights, big city, I want the one right there with big titties
Uh, I'm a Rose sipper, big face spender, cold face killer
Low we smoker, I stay with a oh, no Oprah
You can bet on that, no poker, I play the cards, I was down, you Joker
Big Ban been on the sand light. Playtime's over, kick the niggers out of sand box
Making music from my soul, like, like, Cali-green is a ham hats
At a million man march I can stand out, I came in this game, no hand outs
Nothing goes as it planned out, my plan B seem ended, but a new round
I treat the game like a new house, I'm evicting these niggers, it's time to move out

Now a nigger high, bitches wanna cool out, now they wanna know everything that you about
I've been killing it, I'm waiting for a trial. Four years in and I did it with a smile
Waiting to get it, now that I got it imma get it for a while
Fuck the bets, it's all about it now.
We cohiba smoke, I love my life, la vida loche
I use my chain to get it open, but it's my swag that got it okay.
Now she wanna kick it like she know me, big boy shit, president you roll it
Rag cars, no rims on it, ‘cause they know what you spent on it.
Feel good, don't it? Just living for the moment and I hope that it last
We're having a blast, I'm doing good, if they ask.
Live fast, get cash.
If you go, broke it outcast, but if I go broke, I get a mass
Tap a nigger to the day that I did
And we pack the mirrors, you can plank off this ship.

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