Low Income (feat. Beast & 718 Crew)

To my people who don't wanna go to work

Thank God it's Friday

Cover me, she 'bout to put up her skirt

Thank God it's Friday

Do your mom know you act so berserk?

Thank God it's Friday

What's the drag, what's the drag, girl?

She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday

I wanna thank my hood

For makin' me a star before I had fast cars

And couldn't tell the difference 'tween Whoppers and caviar

Before the fame, way before things changed

And I wanted to do was freestyle and get a name

I used to work at the fast food restaurant

For minimum wage, dreamin' I'm on stage

At seventeen, I left the house

'Cause my father was a minister and I didn't want the Marvin route

What's goin' on?

Today, to sell a song, you need a video with soft porn

MCs in the industry, you want a tip?

Don't let them pimp you like Goldie

And tell Sony, they better have my money

'Cause I play with the Commodores, then be like Lionel Richie

Low income

I stay so hungry, that if 50 Cent came to rob me

He'd be part of my charity

I wanna thank my hood

Yo, to my people cuttin' hair in the shops

Thank God it's Friday

To the thugs sweatin' up in the chop shop

Yo, it's Friday

To my people who don't got no job

Every day, it's Friday

What's the drag, what's the drag, yo?

She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday

(All the ladies sing)

I don't feel

Like cookin' you no breakfast this morning

(All my hoodlums sing)

Well, you don't have to cook me breakfast

'Cause your girlfriend will after you leave

(I wanna thank my hood)

For the love of money

I know kids who'll slit your throats

Friday the 13th, Jason with a trenchcoat

But you can't scare Susie 'cause her man's got so many uzi's

You'd think he was Gaddafi

Meanwhile, she's gettin' her nails done

Crystal clear, so can shine with her diamonds

It's such a shame what happened last week

Man, they found her under the sheets with a letter from the Son of Sam

It said to tell New York, "I ain't sleepin'

You want be clubbin', you better pack your heat in"

And to my man, G Swar, rest in peace

I still poor liquor, one draw on the cocoa leaf

Inhale, exhale, smoke brownies

Police is in the area, but ain't no need to panic

You with, Wyclef, you gettin' in

If not, we gon' make CNN

I wanna thank my hood

To my people who don't wanna go to work

Thank God it's Friday

Cover me, she 'bout to put up her skirt

Thank God it's Friday

Do your mom know you act so berserk?

Thank God it's Friday

What's the drag, what's the drag, girl?

She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday

Yo, to my people cuttin' hair in the shops

Thank God it's Friday

To the thugs sweatin' up in the chop shop

Yo, it's Friday

To my people that don't got no job

Every day, it's Friday

What's the drag, what's the drag, yo?

She don't wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday

(All the ladies sing)

I don't feel

Like cookin' you no breakfast this morning

(All my hoodlums sing)

Well, you don't have to cook me breakfast

'Cause your girlfriend will after you leave