You and the guys were out driving when Jey handed you the Aux cored to play some music.
Nothing girly Becca, Jey said reluctantly handing you the cored.
Let her listen to what she wants to man, Roman said as he gave you a slight smile.
So you plugged up your phone and scrolled to your favorite song and started singing.
🎶 I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
I ain't wearin' na nada
I'm sittin' pretty, impatient, but I know you gotta
Put in them hours, I'mma make it hotter
I'm sending pic after picture, I'mma get you fired
I know you're always on the night shift
But I can't stand these nights alone
And I don't need no explanation
'Cause baby, you're the boss at home 🎶
Oh god please make her stooop!, Mojo half yelled while laughing. You turned to him and pulled him into singing with.
🎶 You don't gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work
But you gotta put in work, work, work, work, work, work, work
You don't gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Let my body do the work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh oh
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh oh 🎶
You two sung in unison as Jey rolled his eyes and Roman just laughed. You looked over at Jey and started singing to him.
🎶 Let's put it into motion
I'mma give you a promotion
I'll make it feel like a vacay, turn the bed into an ocean
We don't need nobody, I just need your body
Nothin' but sheets in between us, ain't no getting off early 🎶
Jey sent you a sexual look that was somewhat an invitation from the lyrics and you kind of backed off a bit.
🎶 I know you're always on the night shift
But I can't stand these nights alone
And I don't need no explanation
'Cause baby, you're the boss at home
You don't gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work
But you gotta put in work, work, work, work, work, work, work
You don't gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Let my body do the work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh-oh
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh-oh 🎶
You sung as you mistakenly rubbed Romans' neck making him jump a bit.
Alright now beautiful.... I don't like to be teased, he said looking at you through the reflection of his tablet screen. You blushed a bit when they all started rapping Ty Dollar $ign part.
🎶 Girl, go to work for me
Can you make it clap, no hands for me?
Take it to the ground, pick it up for me
Look back at it all over me
Put in work like my timesheet
She ride it like a '63
I'mma buy her no Celine
Let her ride in a foreign with me
Oh, she the bae, I'm her boo
And she down to break the rules
Ride or die, she gon' go
I'm won't judge, she finesse
I pipe up, she take that
Putting overtime on your body
You don't gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work
But you gotta put in work, work, work, work, work, work, work
You don't gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Let my body do the work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh-oh
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh-oh
Yeah, we can work from home
Yeah, we can work from home
Yeah 🎶
You 4 sang at the rest of the song and laughed knowing it was actually fun. A few minutes later you guys pulled up to an ice cream parlor for a little snack. You got a soft sever cone while the guys got a dish with 3 scoops.
