9 to 5

I don't do 9 to 5's

I beat up the pot till my arm tired

She giving me top till her jaw tired

Can't be talking around **** they might be wired

See all of my **** they down to ride

Shooting that Glock till the clips stop

Drop another one in it then keep firing

Man I'm not like you suckas I keep mine

Don't step in this kitchen this bitch hot

Got an apron on **** I whip blocks

I need me a scale just to weigh the rock

You can call me the chef of the trap spot

You can call me the chef of the trap spot

Mr. Bugatti no Betty Crocker

Get the water hot **** this dope dropping

Got a chopper for **** who pocket watching

28 Grams of that white shit

Got my diamonds yellow like somebody pissing

I don't go to church

I keep me a pistol I pray to God

I know that he listen I know why

He gave me this mission

You get between the mission your body missing

Know I'm cleaner than a fucking Bishop

I can feel the money man my palms itching

I don't do 9 to 5's

I beat up the pot till my arm tired

She giving me top till her jaw tired

Can't be talking around **** they might be wired

See all of my **** they down to ride

Shooting that Glock till the clips stop

Drop another one in it then keep firing

Man I'm not like you suckas I keep mine

I don't like clocking in

I sleep with my FN

I don't really trust the plug

If he not Mexican

Running through bricks I'm the motherfucking ****

Your baby daddy broke I am not that ****

Glock 26 with the hair pin trigger

You fucking with them rats you gon die with them ****

Run it up

If the money still fold you ain't man enough

You ain't fucking with me you ain't man enough

Boy it's 30 in the clip when I fill it up

Whipping dope with a butter knife

I'm tryna put a hole in him I don't wanna fight

Talking like a kingpin you ain't sold a thing

I ain't do good in the interview I'm selling green

They call me C-Dub the young chef

I seen your baby mama she a hot mess

The plug let me buy one get one

You a broke boy so you can't even buy one

I can't do the 9 to 5

I sleep with my 45

If you want a brick bring me 35

Cook a whole thing even if I close both eyes

I don't do 9 to 5's

I beat up the pot till my arm tired

She giving me top till her jaw tired

Can't be talking around **** they might be wired

See all of my **** they down to ride

Shooting that Glock till the clips stop

Drop another one in it then keep firing

Man I'm not like you suckas I keep mine