I Don't Give A

What did I do today different than yesterday?
Grab my money from work, I got a hella raise
'Cause I stuck my boss up, hit me with the overtime spiel
Knew I had his private number
We were set for the evening and he brought way your fanny
Match my pajamies

Still at work with this dick named Stanley
Talking about numbers to me, that's not Candy
Know my life path, know that I like cash
Heads over tails, tough though, 'cause I like ass
Probably made the boy mowin' her wheel
So momma was rich, had to carve all these bro codes

What can I see clear, no binoculars
My boss really wanna call the board subordinate poppa
On the phone with a friend named Michael
Had an android professor Ivo
Wanna fire the boy who made the best sales whole town
With no because I rap well

Smack tails like Sonic is mad at his best pal
Fat ass is only I'm half a rate now
How'd she find me, my side gig mowin' lawns?
Sellin' ounces, choppin' up stolen cars?
Guess which one she tapped me fo'
Oh, '85 silver auto with cargo

I don't give a fuck about what my boss say
He's just mad because I made his mom bae
She my entree, helped me get my car paid
He tellin' me to back off, all that malarkay
I don't give a fuck about what my boss say
He's just mad because I got his mom laid
On the Monday, talkin' all that bullshit
Takin' shit personal, total mrs. Show biz

She my partner, we moved to O
From Oregon to VA, yeah she my best team mate
Movin' so smooth, mr. Butter love
I just work for her son as a coverup
But he take himself so damn serious
Saw me with my dukes, bro became furious

And I don't blame him, jokin' like standup
Ask where the homework, told him put his pants up
Threaten my life with work, confounded
"Stay late tonight", I replied "You're grounded"
Backhand to my cheek, grip apparel
Eyes met mine 'til he saw my gun barrel

Now, now, don't you make this a case
I just need you to shrip in the code to the safe, sir
So the muffin was more reluctant
Than adolescent teens headin' over to aunties
Out the window, was close to the concrete
Left with a couple grand, Agera car keys

I don't give a fuck about what my boss say
He's just mad because I made his mom bae
She my entree, helped me get my car paid
He tellin' me to back off, all that malarkay
I don't give a fuck about what my boss say
He's just mad because I got his mom laid
On the Monday, talkin' all that bullshit
Takin' shit personal, total mrs. Show biz

Tied to the office chair, the boss dare gave a look of vengeance, expected
Not a sending him for accepted, sprinted back across the room, gripped his necklace
I'ma have a talk with your mother 'bout what to do with your son
Give me your phone too
Hope you got quarters for a phone booth
JK, it's 2019, there's no phone booth

His momma called me "Where the hell do I be?"
Runnin' errands, had to grab some Chinese
I'll be over to scoop you soon
You best me in my favorite pair of Fruit of the Loom
"Nah, I haven't heard from Stanley"