Kanye West - Good Ass Job lyrics

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Kanye West - Good Ass Job lyrics

[Verse 1 - Mikkey Halsted] That n***a Mikkey. Kanye. Y'all know Man I was sick of them bill collectors callin' my crib And the filthy a** roaches tryin' to crawl in my sh** (all in a n***a's cereal) Before I flip, n***a had to keep callin' them tricks See I spit now, now these hoes all on my dick (oh you're a rapper?!) Like "Mikkey won't you take me out?" Chick please, it takes more than a rat to get cheese You can lick deez I worked hard to get G's You can strip tease That's too freaky? Well b**h leave! I'm a cheap n***a Keep my money discreet n***a Cause chickens keep talkin' in the streets n***a So I keep itchy With a clip that'll spit fifty Make fifty million spittin' over beats n***a please n***a [Hook] I just got a good a** job The pay is good but the work is too hard And I don't want to work anymore So I won't stop till I reach the top Now I just bought a brand new car GS4 but the notes is too high So I'm gonna hit the club and pull some hoes Before they re-possess my ride [Verse 2 - Kanye West] n***a please You work for UPS I work for Mickey D's I plotted on stickin' n***as for at least fifty G's Run up in they crib for the safe and the keys Y'all ain't safe around me We done made wild stacks Made it to Cadillacs And still get pulled over for "drivin' while black" While back bill collectors call We ain't answer ("He ain't here") Light company will have to come and blow out our candles Now you know I got's to take a plane to Jamaica I Dream Cash like Sega We workin' with some paper This spins a lot different from the Cutla** I was whippin' Y'all n***as still trippin' Got beef? Pop the clip in Only a b**h would worry about his obituary Don't worry I got something that'll get very close to that Burn tracks, I ain't suppose to rap n***as told me that Now b**h kiss my plaques C'mon [Hook] [Verse 3 - Rhymefest] I used to work at Steak N' Shake 30 hours a week n***as ain't even supervisors, tryin' to act like they chief Talkin' bout "Get them fries. Naw, turn the meat." Soundin' like a b**h Hit him in his mouth then quit Try to picture this A king on a slave ship Workin' the grave shift and ain't even made sh** Tell my crooked a** uncle put me up on the lip? Drop grease, then slip, get insurance, take trips n***a what? Set it up Get with shorty in the front I've been skimmin' off the register "Now Che..." "Shut the f** up and do it my way" Don't get caught on camera on your off day Like Ice Cube on Friday If I worked in the mall, I be sellin' Coogis out the back Got a gig at Blockbuster sellin' movies out my 'Lac Any job that I'm at I'm gettin' goofys for they stacks If the supervisor comes, n***a be cool and relax Y'all be workin' hard, I be hardly workin' And even though our check small, our pockets hardly hurtin' If I was a DJ it wouldn't take me long Before drug dealers paid me to play they wack a** songs C'mon [Hook]

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