Day Job

Add it up, they still callin' me famous (add it up, add it up, add it up)

Fuck you, I'ma still talk shit with a day job

Say one more word, you're getting laid off

How'd this one man team make the playoff

Every single year, bitch, I don't wanna play soft

Yes, I'm lookin' at you

I'ma clock in, talk shit, fuck you gon' do?

Doin' bong rips in walk ins right next to the food

I think my boss is obnoxious, he don't got a clue

Man, I just need a little more cash

And a few good teeth, is that too much to ask for?

Fly first class 'cause if y'all know me

I don't even feel the need to have to bring a passport

I'm so, I'm so ill, I was in a pickle 'fore I signed my deal

Now my house in them hills, get money like Uncle Phil

Spend a mill' on a meal, throw the rest in the will

Makin' money, full-time job, you never know it (nah)

Million dollar deal plus tips, I never show it (nah)

Spent all my money, I can never have any nice things

I don't wanna see you rock big chains, that's my thing

Sittin' in my car until nine, don't wanna go in (ay)

If the boss keep bitchin', I might have to show 'em

I was back scoopin' cones, but now they're startin' to melt

But they can't say shit, I got plaques under my belt (facts)

80 mill' streams on a song, I made a hit though

I ain't make a dollar off that, yeah, I'm a bitch, bro

I ain't got no money to stack, so I submitted my app

I did my interview, and now they added me to the staff

My occupation on Hinge gon' make you think that I'm rich

But really I'm in the back of the kitchen washin' my dish

My lil' one-hour lunch break, I want steak, uh

I be smokin' that bomb, bitch, I'm like napalm

Just cookin' up more lame shit

Servin' these tables and these bitches ain't leavin' no tip

Nine-to-five grind when I walk in and I clock in

All these bitches wanna play my shit

I be on time, gotta lock in

Middle of Denny's, let's start a motherfuckin' mosh pit, uh

Any motherfucker wanna talk shit

Pour up some Henny, I'm takin' shots while I shoplift, uh (ay, ay)

Just cookin' up more lame shit (yeah)

Who you work with got it in rotation, uh (got it in rotation)

No taste, little low maintenance (what, what?)

Still stayin' with that occupation, uh (ay)

Just cookin' up more lame shit (okay, okay)

God-damn, think I need a little more patience, uh (what, what?)

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Add it up, they still callin' me famous (add it up, add it up, add it up)