OMG (Not My Job) ft. Nef the Pharaoh Lyrics

Ayy Ecko, turn it up

Ski

Rrr Rrr

Hangin' with the broke bitches, not my job

I keep her brand new Ah, when I grocery shop

I psyched the hoe out, said, come to the spot

Square look, decoy, she never saw the garage

Have you ever heard the joke about the guy in the room

I ain't finna break it down, but you the guy in the room

I feel like I could pull a pound when I'm high on the Shrooms

Tryna PSD in the fruit of the looms

Ass so fat, when I pull the Vickys off

Left her last folks at S.S., he super soft

It is not my job to be your man, bitch, I'm a dog

Put it in my hand and break me off, I want it all

Bitch, I'm bigger than life, I do it magnum

Which whip, should a nigga drive, I'm really havin' it

You want chang, shoot for the sky, I'm not the average

Trunk sound like the hoes back there battling

Fuckin' with a lame, that is not my job

You niggas outta touch, like an old iPod

If you want the racquet, I'ma bring my squad

When she see this tennis chain, she like, oh my God

Fuckin' with a lame, that is not my job

You niggas outta touch, like an old iPod

If you want the racquet, I'ma bring my squad

When she see this tennis chain, she like, oh my God

Bitch, I'm not showin' money, I got investments

Plus, I got a neck full of girl's best friend

And it's all love till a four-point win

You might think we in a Frat house, boy, steppin

Aye these brand new kicks, you better watch thyself

If you step on my shoes, I am not myself

Don't burn a nigga tryna stop my wealth

If you cross this bridge once, then you block my help

Ooh, genie in the lamp, I grant you a wish

Ooh, bring enough bread, I grant you a fish

Ooh, take it to the rack, I'll give you a dish

Lil' cuddy is a P, he'll give you a shh

Square nigga said he be shootin' the glock

You only got a gun because you can't box

You can't win the fights, you only choosin' to block

God put me at the bottom, I came out on top

Fuckin' with the lame, that is not my job

You niggas outta touch, like an old iPod

If you want the racquet, I'ma bring my squad

When she see this tennis chain, she like, oh my God