[Bbno$]
I just wanna cut, loose, snipe, fuck a job
I can be my own boss, on God
Just cut my own check, made my own bread
Ticking from the patent, 'cause my rollie fully dead
[Lewis Grant]
Oh, on God, yeah, people say I work too hard
But that is not your business, not your job
Yeah, people say I work too hard
Oh my Goodness, oh my Gracious, oh my God
[Bbno$]
First things first, let me tell you
I only take my 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
All my lyrics stand as prophets
And my last bitch was a Goddess
I'm gon' make this shit, I promise, I promise
I just wanna cut, loose, snipe, fuck a job
I can be my own boss, on God
Just cut my own check, made my own bread
Ticking from the patent, 'cause my rollie fully dead
[Lewis Grant]
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 like the direction
Don't have the respect that your're lookin' for
Dead end wears a fancy dress
The dead friends carry little less
The rest strive for a little more
[Bbno$]
I just wanna cut, loose, snipe, fuck a job
I can be my own boss, on God
Just cut my own check, made my own bread
Ticking from the patent, 'cause my rollie fully dead
[Lewis Grant]
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
