Division - Get a Job Bitch Lyrics

[Intro: Freemurder]

Tired of this shit right here

Everytime I come around, man, this bitch

This bitch wanna ask me for everything man

Why don't this bitch go out and get a f*ckin' job or somethin'

Man, this bitch is breakin' me man, this bitch is breakin' me god

Yo Cronz, man, you gotta help me man, I need some money or somethin'

I need somethin'



[Hook: Freemurder]

Soon as I see you around the way

Girl, all I got to say is - get a job bitch

You say there's bills that I have to pay

Girl, all I got to say is - get a job bitch



[Freemurder]

Yo, you over there where them goons be barkin'

About nothin', all you want is Gucci Harlems

Air Force One's, ma, your gear gon' come

Go and juke somethin', cook somethin', hear it go again

Or go to Mickey D's and ask for an application

No, I'm not treatin' girl, I don't wanna have you waitin'

Months and months thinkin', you gon' get a house

The faster I get you in, the faster I get you out

Want me to kiss your mouth, you must be lickened out

Chasin' me down like a, cat try'nna get a mouse

You know she rude try'nna burn my clothes up

Better play road runner, dun, and burn the road up

Go 'head beat your feet, I'd rather beat my meat

Before I f*ck this bum bitch, I'd rather feed her to the streets

Go ahead and get that dough, watch me pimp that hoe

See it got me the six, I had to switch that four



[Chorus: ShaCronz (Freemurder)]

You want some Gucci? (get a job bitch)

You want some rent money? (get a job bitch)

You want your hair down? (get a job bitch)

Get up off your ass and (get a job bitch)

(Get a job bitch, get a job bitch)

(Get a job bitch, get a job bitch)



[ShaCronz]

My year, a different bitch, it has just begun

If your hairs out, can't feel 'em, my wrist is numb

Call your bluff, your man ain't tough, tell him get his gun

Treat bitches like car crashes, hit and run

Mommy taught me morals, but I can't help myself

Some bitches can't cook, can't clean, nor help theyselves

Ladies, don't try to send your kids at me

Not them kids, daddy, ain't my job to keep them kids happy

Know many bitches suck cock for rent

Walk around, hair, nails done, with not a cent

I need a bitch that can talk with lots of sense

Understand the game of start, pitchin' rocks in the bitch

I take a cute to booty ugly, and coogie rugbies

The groupie suck me, all my jewels be roughly

About ten panties a piece, Cronz love plenty of freaks

That give me head, off and deceased, come on



[Chorus]



[Terra Tory]

All ya'll broke bitches want is money

What you want from me, cuz ma, I'mma leave you bummy

You gets no ends, for nothin', just keep sluttin'

You gets no clothes and Timbs, just keep struttin'

Terra Tory ain't no slap, got no time for frontin'

It ain't, even a thought, so don't keep discussin'

Ain't nothin' bein' brought, I'mma keep on crushin'

And you won't catch me, I'mma keep on duckin'

You better move on ma, cuz things is done here

Cruise on broad, you gets no ones here

You better get a job bitch, don't run here

You gets no love bitch, so don't come here

Ma, stop askin', all I was doin' was gassin'

It ain't gonna happen, so keep on passin'

You need to get your own girl bring cash in

Cuz f*ckin' with me, you wont stay in fashion



[Chorus to end]



[Outro: Terra Tory]

Yo what the f*ck is goin' on, bitch

Why the f*ck you over there tellin' me that you want my f*ckin' money bitch

You getter ahead with all that before I f*ck your ass up bitch

You owe me money, now bitch, yeah, bitch, come on now

My whole team right here, they know you owe me money, bitch

You want me to take you court, do you want that, huh

What you want, you want me to take you court, I will take you to f*ckin' court

Cuz I don't like nothin', you want your hair down

You want me to pay your cable bill, just get up off your ass