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
 Ticking from the Patek (tick-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
 Ticking from the Patek (tick-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
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 You can go the wrong way all you want
 You like the direction
 Don't have the respect that you're huntin' 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
 Ticking from the Patek (tick-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