9 to 5

(Hook: LaVish)

Everyday, I'm out here working

Trying to find my purpose, baby

And when the money comin' slow

You talkin'bout you wanna go

Funny how when I was paid

Your ass wouldn't stay away but hey

I ain't tripping cuz I'm on my grind

Fuck being in love, and a 9 to 5

(Verse 1: Vince Staples)

So you wanna sit and talk about I ain't got shit

But I remember I was broke and you was on my dick

I fucked up when I bought your stupid ass a Christmas gift

And now you act like I owe you shit

Bitch, well I don't mean to call you that, but

My mother taught me judge a woman based on how she acts

And you wanna down a brother cuz he ain't got stacks

Call it drama, and you wonder why Rihanna got slapped

But I won't do that, no I ain't too cool for the extras

I'd much rather mention, you know I won't forget you

Oops, I smell the cheddar, grab my shit, and then I hurry out

Ask me where I'm goin', don't worry 'bout my wherabouts

Who you think you fucking with? was up on some My Girl Ruckus shit

Now I'm on some Mrs. Celie purple colored grubber shit

Used to be the one love in my life

And now you don't mean shit so you must think twice, bye

(hook)

(Verse 2: LaVish)

It's like damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?

A ho is a ho and I seem to only date 'em

What happened to the girl that's afraid to have sex

Now you all up in the club with a skimpy ass dress

Your fake ass breasts, but I don't even stress

And when I draw my team, I don't need a lesson

Your bunnies in the mall with your friends at Hot Topic

And wait what you doin' with that pamper, the high grits

My life is probly likely, don't love you bitch you know that

And I was your people when I asked you "where the hoes at?"

And you can find me where the clothes at

Tryna locate me, bitch, fuck a low jack

Calm your ass down, and buy yourself a Prozac

Always in my business, "fuck you, where the girl at?"

You had a life before, so bitch you need to go back

And I'm just a memory, picture me, and kodak, kodak, yeah

(hook)