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



Credits
Writer(s): Lewis Grant, Ari Starace, Alexander Gumuchian
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