on god

I just wanna cut loose (snip), fuck a job (fuck it)

I can be my own boss, on God (uh-huh)

Just cut my own check (check), made my own bread

Tickin' from the Patek (tick-tick-tick-tick-tick)

'Cause my Rollie fully dead (R.I.P.), oh, on God

Yeah, people say I work too hard

But that is not your business, not your job

Yeah, people say I work too hard

Oh, my goodness, oh, my gracious, oh, my God

First things first, let me tell you

I only take the money if the tint blue

She don't really care what I'm into

I did this for myself, I had a breakthrough

I'm 'bout my revenue, I'm 'bout my profit (on God)

All my lyrics stand as prophets (God, God)

And my last bitch was a goddess

I'm gon' make these hits, I promise (on God), I promise

I just wanna cut loose (snip), fuck a job (fuck it)

I can be my own boss, on God (uh-huh)

Just cut my own check (check), made my own bread

Tickin' from the Patek (tick-tick-tick-tick-tick)

'Cause my Rollie fully dead (R.I.P.), oh, on God

Yeah, people say I work too hard

But that is not your business, not your job

Yeah, people say I work too hard

Oh, my goodness, oh, my gracious, oh, my God

You can go the wrong way all you want

You lack the direction, don't have the respect that you're lookin' for

Dead end wears a fancy dress

The dead friends care a little less

The rest chant for a little more

I just wanna cut loose (snip), fuck a job (fuck it)

I can be my own boss, on God (uh-huh)

Just cut my own check (check), made my own bread

Tickin' from the Patek (tick-tick-tick-tick-tick)

'Cause my Rollie fully dead (R.I.P.), oh, on God

Yeah, people say I work too hard

But that is not your business, not your job

Yeah, people say I work too hard

Oh, my goodness, oh, my gracious, oh, my God