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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 (Oh God) All my lyrics stand as prophets (Ah, ah) And my last bitch was a goddess I'm gon' make these hits, I promise, 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 Letras de cancionesBut 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 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 From Letras Mania