Do Your Job Lyrics

You better do your job, put the shit on my wrist

And it ain't my fault you ain't sitting with cliques

You better do your job

You better do your job

You better do your job

I ain't hitting no call cause your nigga is pissed

And he hitting it raw but the shit don't fit

You better do your job

You better do your job, you better do your job

I guess she mad cause he a sucker

And she hate that he don't fuck her

Just keep your eyes on your lover

And he's a lazy motherfucker

But not in bed

Getting real crazy when I'm giving him head

He see red, a bitch got fed

I don't give a fuck about the shit that I said

Got a nigga mad that he planting his seed

Pause one sec cause a bitch wanna read

I ain't got shit that I need to explain

You can't read a book with no pages

I ain't got to hit him in the morning

He only text me when the nigga feeling horny

And everything that he do is so corny, adoring

But shit is getting boring

Niggas only looking for a snack, not in my class

Eyes on a nigga, cataract

Falling of the rails, got to put him on the track

Got to get ya man to answer back

You better do you job

Put the shit on my wrist

And it ain't my fault you ain't sitting with the cliques

You better do your job

You better do your job

You better do your job

I ain't hitting no call, cuz your niggas is pissed

And he hittin it raw, and the shit don't fit

You better do your job, you better do your job, you better do your job

Gold champagne, get some ounce on it

Ghost campaign, ain't no shit bout it

He like the most throat pain when I pounce on it

And his folks complain if he get outed

She mad cause she getting second base

Pussy little sprung so I put it in his face

Catch a case, took her place, snatch her lace

Little bitch mad cause I beat her in the race

Nigga wanna try it, but I have his shit on lock

Swerving on the nigga like I got a Maserati

Mad cause she not even what I brought

You can last a thought

Hit a round then I'm hoppin off his clock

You better do your job, put the shit on my wrist

And it ain't my fault, you aint sitting with the cliques

You better do your job, you better do your job, you better do your job

I ain't hitting no call, cuz your niggas is pissed

And he hitting it raw and the shit don't fit

You better do your job, you better do your job, you better do your job

You better do your job, put the shit on my wrist

And it ain't my fault, you ain't sitting with the cliques

You better do your job, you better do your job, you better do your job