My 9 to 5

Lyrics

[Verse 1: JT the Bigga Figga] Daydreamin' of a place to hit Make Gs and come legit Waitin' outside all mothafuckin' day Plottin' on Babylon, watchin' ballet Comin' to the shows in furs and rings Fresh-ass cars and fancy gold things Thinkin' they got it made But a security guard, who barely gets paid Me and my niggas, gonna get sick Happy as fuck, 'cause we gonna pull a lick Pop on a sucka, if we have to There goes one [?] says Matthew Bitch that he's with, really looks thick Wanna go and get 'em? Yeah they look rich Get [?] put your gloves and your mask on If they fight back, they're gonna get popped on 'em I'm anxious as fuck, they got money I bet He's pullin' out the keys to his brand new 'vette Young Seff grabbed the nigga, Dee-Moe grabbed the bitch I got the money and the gold and shit That was smooth didn't have to shoot Hit the spot, to divide the loot Rollin' three deep in a fuckin' two-seater I got the MAC they got the nine millimeter Just three young niggas comin' up ya see Down with the 'moe and the YBG And it's time to get it on I know a lick for some color TVs and some cellular phones With a big ol' sign say "I'ma get'cha" With a straight laced pit and a Doublemint picture Just runnin' around in a center Hopin' they can catch some dinner Slippin' on that property I'm gotta get what's mine and ain't nothin' gonna stop me 'Cause that's the way it's done on the city streets Handle your business and make your ends meet And if you can't then you a sucka Apply for Welfare you tummy tucker Hopped in the road runner Got to the spot, hopped out with the bolt cutters Thinkin' 'bout G stacks A mink coat on my back, a Rolex and a fat sack Of dank, to kick it with And a [?] Benz, with a proper kick Hopped the fence with the swiftness Cut the chain with the quickness Popped the trunk and readied the load 42 inch, remote controls And it ain't stir fry Got more shit than Circuit City and Good Guys Come to make a move Make the drop, in back of the high school And give me a quarter, so I can call 'em Talk to bonafide ballers 'Cause they got, Gs to sacrifice Ready to spend on the merchandise Now I can kick it and live fat Right With my 9 to 5 9 to 5, 9 to 5 Get your 9 to 5 Yeah Get your 9 to 5 We gonna tell 'em how we do it on the set You know, it's like this Get your 9 to 5 Get your 9 to 5 [Verse 2: GiGolo] Pop that shit, pop that shit mane It's poppin' in the set and my money is right It's the 15th I knew the day would be hype Just sold my last rock, now it's time to roll Mask of in the 'lark, threw my shit in the load Went to fill up the tank, twisted up the dank I give thanks and praise and let my doja stank Past two [?] niggas outside hangin' Same old shit, youngsters slangin' and bangin' Dip down to the Valley, see my nigga Young Lion Chill for a minute, to get my drink on The sun was straight beamin' so I dropped my top Candy paint, gold tones, Gigolo don't stop Flex down to the ave, to check my trap Hoes flockin' like birds, but I got no rap But now off to the jets OC that is Business as usual, niggas checkin' their grip In Fillmore, I do whatever I please I'm outta Frisco, home of the YBGs And for those who don't know about my nigga Rob Lowe Get on the mic for your boy Gigolo [Rob Blow] I make that music sound sweet with my rhymes all the time [?] to the point where no man has been before See I score, ball gangsta style lyrics You gotta understand the permit that is needed To represent some real shit I'm hittin' hard, hard to hit, and too legit to quit So split, before I sick my pit Bull, I got pull, to call the shots And makin' the plot, I'm shankin' the cock-pea I picked a peacock to pluck the feathers Whether it's a talent show or not Rob Lowe will rock the spot For the shows, the blows, the blows So here we go, I like to flow And grow to be the best From all the rest, I don't flex Don't need a bulletproof vest on my chest Weighin' 150 don't feel no pity Never fuck with a bitch that'd wear them shitty Drawers, for all of y'all that's curious, I'm furious I'm not a Sagittarius, I'm a Libra I tell a bitch, "I don't need ya" I'm dirty