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On my job On my job On my job I predict a whole lot of trees getting chopped On my job I'm on my job On my job It's a quarter p at least in each of these jars On my job On my job On my job I predict a whole lot of trees getting chopped On my job I'm on my job On my job It's a quarter p at least in each of these jars On my job On my job On my job I've been counting dough And you know it's coming fast I've been counting dough And you know I'll make it last Even though I throw a hundred k everyday Yeah you know what they say Money don't grow on trees But I've been getting lots of these And you know I'm smoking purple too I don't sip it baby yeah I'm through I put that old shit behind me My old chick was acting grimy So you know I got a side b And she love me all the time see I've been on my job I don't got no time And then it's gone And then it's gone On my job On my job On my job I predict a whole lot of trees getting chopped On my job I'm on my job On my job It's a quarter p at least in each of these jars On my job On my job On my job I predict a whole lot of trees getting chopped On my job I'm on my job On my job It's a quarter p at least in each of these jars
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