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