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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Ginuwine
Ginuwine
Voix principales
Timothy Brown
Timothy Brown
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Elgin Lumpkin
Elgin Lumpkin
Paroles/Composition
Curtis Williams
Curtis Williams
Paroles/Composition
Bobby Terry
Bobby Terry
Paroles/Composition
Jerry Vines
Jerry Vines
Paroles/Composition
Isaac Wiley
Isaac Wiley
Paroles/Composition
Cliff Jones
Cliff Jones
Paroles/Composition
Marcus Clinkscale
Marcus Clinkscale
Paroles/Composition
Harold Garvin
Harold Garvin
Paroles/Composition
Richie Jones
Richie Jones
Arrangement
Greg Lawson
Greg Lawson
Arrangement
Ric Wake
Ric Wake
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ginuwine
Ginuwine
Co‑production
Big Dog Productions Inc.
Big Dog Productions Inc.
Production
Richie Jones
Richie Jones
Production
Troy Hightower
Troy Hightower
Ingénierie de mixage
Dan Hetzel
Dan Hetzel
Ingénierie de mixage
Vlad the Impaler
Vlad the Impaler
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jim Annunziato
Jim Annunziato
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Listen Said I work my fingers down to the bone, yea-yeah I put it down from nine to five, so you should know (You know what else?) And I bust my ass so you can live good Yes I do, girl Now all I want you to do is what you should There it is See there it is (there it is, baby) That ungrateful shit (that ungrateful shit) There you go again, complainin' And what your aim is, I don't know, but I'm I'm not doing this shit for nothing (no I ain't no) I pay the car note, light bill, house note (house note) What you think, this shit's for nothing? (What you think this is?) You're not workin' (mm, mm) So what more you want? (What more do you want?) Listen I do my best to give you what you need It seems that the harder that I work, the less you see Ooh, baby Who wouldn't want the life you lead? Think about it Living the good life, yeah Practically scot-free, oh, whoa, oh-oh, yeah See there it is (there it is, there it is) That ungrateful shit (you see what I'm talkin' 'bout) There you're again, bein' worse, um yeah Like you earned somethin' round here But let's be clear I'm not doing this shit for nothing (no) I pay the car note, light bill, house note (no, no, no, no, no, no, no) (Do if you wanna stay here) what you think, this shit's for nothing? (You) You're not workin' (you) So what more you want? (What more do you want, baby?) You got two seconds, pack your shit and get on outta here Gotta go, gotta go baby You don't appreciate what a man like me is about No you don't And you know I'm workin' nine to five Workin' hard everyday baby (listen) Even put my name (put my name) Even said my name (said my name) Down for some overtime, yeah See there you go (there you go, there you go) Tryin' to run the show Oh, you don't pay my car note (pay my car note) Pay my light bill (pay my light bill) Pay my house note (No, no, no) I'm not doing this shit for nothing I pay the car note (no, no, no) light bill, house note (no, no, no) (Do you hear what I'm saying again, baby?) What you think, this shit's for nothing? (What you think this is?) You're not workin' So what more you want? (What more do you want?) I'm not doing this shit for nothing (how much more do you need?) I pay the car note (all you pay is this) Light bill (I'm a fool 'cause I do what I do) house note (I pay the car note, yeah) what you think, this shit's for nothing? (What do you think this is?) You're not workin' (you're not workin', baby) So what more you want? (Who would want the life you lead, baby?) I'm not doing this shit for nothing (if you don't like it) I pay the car note, (pack your things and go) light bill, house note (Get on outta here baby) what you think, this shit's for nothing? (You) You're not workin' (you) So what more you want? Haha, hit me on a two-way, two-way Huh, yo, what's up? Y'all having a good time tonight? (Yeah) Yo, yo, check this out How many people out there got two ways? How many people out there got two ways? Put 'em up in the air, let-let me see, put 'em up Yo, we all got this alert right here? Yo, yeah, y'all got the alert? (Yeah) Alright, check this out Whoever want that alert Who ain't- who ain't got that alert I want y'all put your arms two ways up And I'ma beam it you, alright? Y'all ready? (Yeah) here it is
Writer(s): Marcus Clinkscale, Elgin Lumpkin, Bobby Terry, Jerry Vines, Harold Garvin, Isaac Wiley, Curtis Williams, Clifton Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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