Ain't My Job

You want me to cook you dinner, but it ain't my job You're tellin' me that I could be thinner, but it ain't my job My age go up, my value go down But I got too much money in my bank account And it's all from not workin' for you, 'cause it ain't my job You want me to sign your letter, but it ain't my job Yeah, you want me to make you feel better, but it ain't my job You make me an offer that make me wanna holler Twenty cents less on every damn dollar You can stick it, put a pin in it, 'cause it ain't my job You want me to keep my mouth shut, but it ain't my job And then you want me to take a smaller cut, but it ain't my job You say if I would just smile a once in a while I'd get more honey from the bees buzzin' 'round Keep your flowers, take a cold shower, 'cause it ain't my job You want me to wear a little dress, but it ain't my job And then you want me to show a little less, but it ain't my job You tell me act my age, but don't you dare look it Your ass too big and your teeth too crooked Your poor mama didn't raise you proper, but it ain't my job Haha-ha-ha Hell no, hell to the no Hell no, hell to the no, no Well, hell no, hell to the no (no) I don't need no sugar daddy-o Just like Dolly sayin' "no" to the King (hell no, hell to the no, no) You want half? Make me laugh Ain't you heard me sing? Haha Ha-ha-ha-ha Hahahahahahaha