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I'm flexing on you niggas like I got a job I'm styling on you niggas like I got a job Call me Tommy on the way, I got a job I feel like Tommy got a name, this is my new job. I wake up in the morning like I got a job (Tommy)! Flexing on you niggas like I'm 24. Never look at nothing that you can't afford Lay away.. something I know. .. work, I tell 'em, mind your business! But if they're looking for some work, I got the finest business. But when I come back, ain't no sleeping, got ... shows I got a bankroll down in Mexico with them pesos. With them blue suits and the dog boy, you better stay low I know a Chinese man that will wrap you up like an egg bro. I'm on the streets blurching, and you tell other niggas I ain't working, I mean, I got a job, no 9 to 5 and my neck frozen. I'm flexing on you niggas like I got a job I'm styling on you niggas like I got a job Who knew Tommy on the way, I got a job I feel like Tommy got a name, this is my new job. I want that bread, nigga Shoot your head, nigga Don't give a fuck, always been that special add, nigga Letras de cancionesDead bodies, need body bags Closed casket, he got a bag. I get you dragged, then get you tagged He bleed them bad, like a bitch on the retch. My money talks, keeps me company I got hundred thugs, don't know what's wrong with me! It's been a long journey, but I know I'm worthy like James Worthy My bitch Shorty, it's brick clean, my gun dirty! Can't get a job, I smoked too much, my piss dirty! We fucked up from their pees up, I know you heard me! I'm flexing on you niggas like I got a job I'm styling on you niggas like I got a job Who knew Tommy on the way, I got a job I feel like Tommy got a name, this is my new job. From Letras Mania