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)