Work
Lil Dicky Lyrics


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My own boss
Work

Last year I was taking them notes
Conference room every day is the woes
Last year at work
I was irked, I was irked
Tryna figure out them ad buys
This year at work
I been drinking with some black guys
Hey I done came up (sho' nuff)
Like, last year at work
I'm like oh, that's my boss, she a bitch
She know this
She looking at me every day
Like "Dave, where you going?"
I'm looking back like, "Hoe"
(I hate your demeanor)
"To print some shit" but you don't even know
Now look what happened, now who rapping?

Now at work I ask to look at bitches' titties then this happens
Titties looking back at me like "Dicky, boy, what's cracking?"
I look back at titties like "I need a sec, I'm rapping"
Titties looking back at me like, "take your time, you snapping"
I'm like, "woo, I'm getting paid for that?"

I'm getting paid for that?
Nah, I'm getting paid for that?
I'm getting paid for that?
Nah, I'm getting paid for that?
(All of these hoes been on me
I'll never go back homie)

Homie last week I was up in Miami (great weather)
Got paid to chill in the club
Literally, chilling, like not even rapping
I think I did a good job
Sat there on Twitter, my new correspondence
Is going through all of these wonderful compliments
Used to be scrutinizing all these documents
Now when I sign off on something, it's body parts
Titty, booty, macking a cutie
Got a bag in the back of the room of the venue cause she copped that meet and greet
I got them going down in their prime like Aaliyah be
Used to post up, on time, no brakes
Not a purp poster on the vine, no grapes
Used to have to swallow all the pride
Had to piss out the slacks of the sack in the sweats every day
Used to buy brands, now the brands pay Dave

Like, I just got a box of Pumas, cause they think I'm cool
Watch me mention StarKist Tuna, watch my fridge get full
I used to sit and wait for Friday
But now my whole week like a Friday

I'm getting paid for that?
Nah, I'm getting paid for that?
I'm getting paid for that?
Nah, I'm getting paid for that?
(All of these hoes been on me
I'll never go back homie)

Last year I'm stuck up doing shit up in a cubicle
They tell me what to do, I'm thinking "fuck that shit"
But y'all, I couldn't tell them what the fuck I'm thinking
Now they're paying just to listen to this shit, I got up on my lid
Got three or four bitches who 'bout to get the fourth down
That's a first, I remember when what lunch I picked was all I get
My bitch make that coffee, now only boss me around when we fuck
Was missing college but now they bringing me back, it's still fun
God damn Dicky, you too old to be fucking all these kids
Yeah, I know, but if you can rap, it's a lot less creepy though

I'm smoking weed in public, but it never seem to matter
Dump a bottle of water on your clothes and you ecstatic
I don't ever have to set alarms, I wake up supernatural
I can grab a bitch's hand and she will scream "you so attractive"
How did this happen?

I'm getting paid for that?
Nah, I'm getting paid for that?
I'm getting paid for that?
Nah, I'm getting paid for that?
(All of these hoes been on me
I'll never go back homie)

I used to be up in Excel every day with a bitch (very proficient)
Now I just suck on my dick, suck on my own dick, man
I suck on my own dick, every rapper do it
Just a thing, an inside thing I learned
It's absurd, it's like, I'm in the industry now, so, I'm seeing shit




Every rapper suck they own dick, it's not just me
Swear to God on the Bible

Overall Meaning

The song "Work" by Lil Dicky is about his journey from working a corporate job to becoming a successful rapper. In the first verse, he talks about being irritated and frustrated with his boss and job last year. He struggled to figure out ad buys while being stuck in a conference room every day. But this year, he has moved on from corporate life and is spending his time drinking with black guys and rapping.


The second verse talks about how he gets paid now for just chilling in the club and scrolling through Twitter. He used to scrutinize documents and now he approves body parts like titties and booty for his music videos. He mentions brands now pay him to wear their shoes and mentions StarKist Tuna so much that he has a fridge full of it. Lil Dicky’s week is as exciting as Friday now, unlike last year when he used to wait for Fridays to arrive. In conclusion, he celebrates the fact that he is getting paid to do something he loves and is happy with his life now.


Line by Line Meaning

My own boss
I am self-employed and do not have anyone telling me what to do.


Last year I was taking them notes
Last year I was bored recording stuff in a conference room all day long.


Last year at work I was irked, I was irked
Last year at work I was annoyed, I was annoyed.


This year at work I been drinking with some black guys
This year at work I have been hanging out with my black colleagues and drinking with them.


Hey I done came up (sho' nuff) Like, last year at work I'm like oh, that's my boss, she a bitch She know this She looking at me every day Like "Dave, where you going?" I'm looking back like, "Hoe" (I hate your demeanor) "To print some shit" but you don't even know Now look what happened, now who rapping?
I have achieved success now while my old boss glare at me, who always used to boss me around and who I used to hate ad office work, but now look who's rapping!


Now at work I ask to look at bitches' titties then this happens Titties looking back at me like "Dicky, boy, what's cracking?" I look back at titties like "I need a sec, I'm rapping" Titties looking back at me like, "take your time, you snapping" I'm like, "woo, I'm getting paid for that?"
Nowadays at work, I request to see girlfriends' breasts, then they happily expose them to me, while providing me support while I furiously write lyrics.


Homie last week I was up in Miami (great weather) Got paid to chill in the club Literally, chilling, like not even rapping I think I did a good job Sat there on Twitter, my new correspondence Is going through all of these wonderful compliments
Last week, I was paid to hang out in a club in Miami, enjoying the weather without even rapping, and scrolling through social media absorbing all of the good feedback.


Used to post up, on time, no brakes Not a purp poster on the vine, no grapes Used to have to swallow all the pride Had to piss out the slacks of the sack in the sweats every day Used to buy brands, now the brands pay Dave
I used to work hard, never taking breaks and with no luxurious lifestyle. I used to swallow my pride and endure urinary accidents, but now brands pay me.


I used to sit and wait for Friday But now my whole week like a Friday
I used to be excited for the weekend, but now, because I love my work, every day feels like a weekend.


Last year I'm stuck up doing shit up in a cubicle They tell me what to do, I'm thinking "fuck that shit" But y'all, I couldn't tell them what the fuck I'm thinking Now they're paying just to listen to this shit, I got up on my lid
I used to be stuck in a cubicle doing tasks I did not enjoy, but I could not say anything to my bosses. Now, people pay me to listen to my music and I'm ecstatic about it!


I used to be up in Excel every day with a bitch (very proficient) Now I just suck on my dick, suck on my own dick, man I suck on my own dick, every rapper do it Just a thing, an inside thing I learned It's absurd, it's like, I'm in the industry now, so, I'm seeing shit Every rapper suck they own dick, it's not just me Swear to God on the Bible
I used to work with Microsoft Excel using a girl. However, now I'm successful in the industry, I do something I can't mention on public platforms, and I've learned that every rapper does it too!


I'm getting paid for that?
I am making money by doing something which never felt like work to me.


Nah, I'm getting paid for that?
I can't believe I am getting paid to do something that was once a hobby for me.


(All of these hoes been on me I'll never go back homie)
I have many women interested in me now, and I never want to return to my old life




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DAVID BURD

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