Lil Dicky - Work (paid For That?) lyrics

My own boss Work less Man, she always taking the most Conference room every day is the worst "Can I see your work?" I was zerked, I was search Tryna figure out them alibis "This your work?" I was drinking with some black guys Hey I done came up (sho' nuff) Like, "May I see your work?" I'm like oh, that's my boss, she a b**h She know this She looking at me every day Like, Dave, where you going? I'm looking back like, "Hoe I hate your demanding" To print some sh**, but you don't even know Now look what happened, now who rapping? Now at work I ask to look at b**hes' titties then this happens Titties looking back at me like "Dicky, boy, what's cracking?" I look back at titties like "I need a sec, I'm rapping" Titties looking back at me like, "take your time, you snapping" I'm like, "woo, I'm getting paid for that?" [Chorus] I'm getting paid for that? Nah, I'm getting paid for that? I'm getting paid for that? Nah, I'm getting paid for that? (All of these hoes been on me I'll never go back homie) Homie last week I was up in Miami Got paid to chill in the club Literally, chilling, like not even rapping I think I did a good job Sat down on Twitter, my new correspondence Is going through all of these wonderful compliments Used to be scrutinized in all these documents Now when I sign off on something, it's body parts Titty, booty, macking a cutie Got a bag in the back of the room of the venue cause she copped that meet and greet I got them going down in their prime like Aaliyah be Used to post up, on time, no brakes Got a purp poster on the vine, no grapes Used to have to swallow all the pride Had to piss out the slacks of the sack in the sweats every day Used to buy brands, now the brands pay Dave Like, I just got a box of Pumas, cause they think I'm cool Watch me mention StarKist Tuna, watch my friends get full I used to sit and wait for Friday But now my whole week like a Friday [Chorus] I'm getting paid for that? Nah, I'm getting paid for that? I'm getting paid for that? Nah, I'm getting paid for that? (All of these hoes been on me I'll never go back homie) Last year I'm stuck up doing sh** up in a cubicle They tell me what to do, I'm thinking "f** that sh**" But y'all, I couldn't tell them what the f** I'm thinking Now they're paying just to listen to this sh**, I got up on my leg Got three or four b**hes who 'bout to get the fourth down That's a first, I remember when what lunch I picked was all I get My b**h make that coffee, now only boss me around when we f** Was missing college but now they bringing me back, it's still fun God damn Dicky, you too old to be f**ing all these kids Yeah, I know, but if you can rap, it's a lot less creepy though I'm smoking weed in public, but it never seem to matter Dump a bottle of water on your clothes and you ecstatic I don't ever have to set alarms, I wake up supernatural I can grab a b**h's hand and she will scream "you so attractive" How did this happen? [Chorus] I'm getting paid for that? Nah, I'm getting paid for that? I'm getting paid for that? Nah, I'm getting paid for that? (All of these hoes been on me I'll never go back homie) I used to be up in Excel every day with a b**h (very proficient) Now I just s** on my dick, s** on my own dick, man I s** on my own dick, every rapper do it Just a thing, an inside thing I learned It's absurd, it's like, I'm in the industry now, so, I'm seeing sh** Every rapper s** they own dick, it's not just me Swear to God on the Bible