Good Ass Job lyrics

[Intro: Mikkey]
That n*gga Mikkey. Kanye. Y'all know

[Verse 1: Mikkey]
Man I was sick of them bill collectors callin' my crib
And the filthy ass roaches tryin' to crawl in my sh*t (all in a n*gga's cereal)
Before I flip, n*gga had to keep callin' them tricks
See I spit now, now these hoes all on my di*k (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*tch leave!
I'm a cheap n*gga
Keep my money discreet n*gga
Cause chickens keep talkin' in the streets n*gga
So I keep itchy
With a clip that'll spit fifty
Make fifty million spittin' over beats n*gga please n*gga

[Hook]
I just got a good ass 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*gga please
You work for UPS
I work for Mickey D's
I plotted on stickin' n*ggas 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 Cutlass I was whippin'
Y'all n*ggas still trippin'
Got beef? Pop the clip in
Only a b*tch would worry about his obituary
Don't worry I got something that'll get you very close to that
Burn tracks, I ain't suppose to rap, n*ggas told me that
Now b*tch kiss my plaques, c'mon

[Hook]
I just got a good ass 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 3: Rhymefest]
I used to work at Steak N' Shake 30 hours a week
n*ggas ain't even supervisors, tryin' to act like they chief
Talkin' bout "Get them fries. Naw, turn the meat."
Soundin' like a b*tch
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*t
Tell my crooked ass uncle put me up on the lip?
Drop grease, then slip, get insurance, take trips
n*gga what? Set it up
Get with shorty in the front
I've been skimmin' off the register
"Now Che..." "Shut the f*ck 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*gga 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 ass songs
C'mon
[Hook]
I just got a good ass 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