Bbno$, Lewis Grant - on god lyrics
bbno$ [Alexander Leon Gumuchian] Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada 🇨🇦
[Bbno$, Lewis Grant - on god lyrics]
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)
'Cause my Rollie fully dead
(RIP) , 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 hit's, 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
(RIP) , 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
(RIP) , 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
(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)
'Cause my Rollie fully dead
(RIP) , 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 hit's, 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
(RIP) , 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
(RIP) , 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