I don't wanna work 9 to 5 no more
I don't really care what the checks are all for
I don't really wanna worry about my rent
Wish I had money but it's damn near spent
Damn this broke stuff ain't really all that fun
(Yeah)
I make this shit all the time it never gives me none
(Yeah)
I don't wanna job no more I just want some funds
(Yeah)
I been working all year I think they owe me some (Yeah)
Where's my check
Where's my rolly
Where's my vet
Wheres my chromed out Chevy bumpin OutKast in the back
Where's my link
Where's my chain
I want the money
Want the fame
I want house a callabasas with a studio that bangs
I want everything that this world can give me
I don't want a job to feed me
I wish I had cars and clothes but really I just want some 50's
Maybe buy my mom a house
Pay my sisters college out
Make some music with my friends
Cause we'd have all this figured out
I don't wanna work 9 to 5 no more
I don't really care what the checks are all for
I don't really wanna worry about my rent
Wish I had money but it's damn near spent
(I don't wanna work 9 to 5 no more
I don't really care what the checks are all for
I don't really wanna worry about my rent
Wish I had money but it's damn near spent)
(But its damn near spent)
Gimme that bag
I need that cash
If I hit the lotto my motto be purchasing maybe too fast
No looking at tags (No, uh)
No looking back (No, uh)
Imma need diamond rings and those finer things that all them Celebrities have
I don't want new friends (No)
I need that new Benz (Yeah)
So that they know, when I walk through the door
They asking like "How you been?"
And "Where you stay?"
"You getting paid?"
"Are you still dating what's her name, what's her name, oh what's her name?"
Geez
Down with clout, I need money
Go out of town with my honey
Check on my stat sheet, my last feat make athletes look funny
Lord
"Where is you at? Are you tryna burn?" (Are you tryna burn?)
Yeah, just drop me a pin
Wait I gotta work, damn
I don't wanna work 9 to 5 no more
I don't really care what the checks are all for
I don't really wanna worry about my rent
Wish I had money but it's damn near spent
Bloomy - 9 to 5 (feat. Agpoon) Lyrics
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I don't wanna work 9 to 5 no more
I don't really care what the checks are all for
I don't really wanna worry about my rent
Wish I had money but it's damn near spent
Damn this broke stuff ain't really all that fun
(Yeah)
I make this shit all the time it never gives me none
(Yeah)
I don't wanna job no more I just want some funds
(Yeah)
I been working all year I think they owe me some (Yeah)
Where's my check
Where's my rolly
Where's my vet
Wheres my chromed out Chevy bumpin OutKast in the back
Where's my link
Where's my chain
I want the money
Want the fame
I want house a callabasas with a studio that bangs
I want everything that this world can give me
I don't want a job to feed me
I wish I had cars and clothes but really I just want some 50's
Maybe buy my mom a house
Pay my sisters college out
Make some music with my friends
Cause we'd have all this figured out
I don't wanna work 9 to 5 no more
I don't really care what the checks are all for
I don't really wanna worry about my rent
Wish I had money but it's damn near spent
(I don't wanna work 9 to 5 no more
I don't really care what the checks are all for
I don't really wanna worry about my rent
Wish I had money but it's damn near spent)
(But its damn near spent)
Gimme that bag
I need that cash
If I hit the lotto my motto be purchasing maybe too fast
No looking at tags (No, uh)
No looking back (No, uh)
Imma need diamond rings and those finer things that all them Celebrities have
I don't want new friends (No)
I need that new Benz (Yeah)
So that they know, when I walk through the door
They asking like "How you been?"
And "Where you stay?"
"You getting paid?"
"Are you still dating what's her name, what's her name, oh what's her name?"
Geez
Down with clout, I need money
Go out of town with my honey
Check on my stat sheet, my last feat make athletes look funny
Lord
"Where is you at? Are you tryna burn?" (Are you tryna burn?)
Yeah, just drop me a pin
Wait I gotta work, damn
I don't wanna work 9 to 5 no more
I don't really care what the checks are all for
I don't really wanna worry about my rent
Wish I had money but it's damn near spent
I don't really care what the checks are all for
I don't really wanna worry about my rent
Wish I had money but it's damn near spent
Damn this broke stuff ain't really all that fun
(Yeah)
I make this shit all the time it never gives me none
(Yeah)
I don't wanna job no more I just want some funds
(Yeah)
I been working all year I think they owe me some (Yeah)
Where's my check
Where's my rolly
Where's my vet
Wheres my chromed out Chevy bumpin OutKast in the back
Where's my link
Where's my chain
I want the money
Want the fame
I want house a callabasas with a studio that bangs
I want everything that this world can give me
I don't want a job to feed me
I wish I had cars and clothes but really I just want some 50's
Maybe buy my mom a house
Pay my sisters college out
Make some music with my friends
Cause we'd have all this figured out
I don't wanna work 9 to 5 no more
I don't really care what the checks are all for
I don't really wanna worry about my rent
Wish I had money but it's damn near spent
(I don't wanna work 9 to 5 no more
I don't really care what the checks are all for
I don't really wanna worry about my rent
Wish I had money but it's damn near spent)
(But its damn near spent)
Gimme that bag
I need that cash
If I hit the lotto my motto be purchasing maybe too fast
No looking at tags (No, uh)
No looking back (No, uh)
Imma need diamond rings and those finer things that all them Celebrities have
I don't want new friends (No)
I need that new Benz (Yeah)
So that they know, when I walk through the door
They asking like "How you been?"
And "Where you stay?"
"You getting paid?"
"Are you still dating what's her name, what's her name, oh what's her name?"
Geez
Down with clout, I need money
Go out of town with my honey
Check on my stat sheet, my last feat make athletes look funny
Lord
"Where is you at? Are you tryna burn?" (Are you tryna burn?)
Yeah, just drop me a pin
Wait I gotta work, damn
I don't wanna work 9 to 5 no more
I don't really care what the checks are all for
I don't really wanna worry about my rent
Wish I had money but it's damn near spent
Writer: Davis Bloom, Tanner Agpoon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid