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On my job
On my job
On my job
I predict a whole lot of trees getting chopped
On my job
I'm on my job
On my job
It's a quarter p at least in each of these jars
On my job
On my job
On my job
I predict a whole lot of trees getting chopped
On my job
I'm on my job
On my job
It's a quarter p at least in each of these jars
On my job
On my job
On my job
I've been counting dough
And you know it's coming fast
I've been counting dough
And you know I'll make it last
Even though I throw a hundred k everyday
Yeah you know what they say
Money don't grow on trees
But I've been getting lots of these
And you know I'm smoking purple too
I don't sip it baby yeah I'm through
I put that old shit behind me
My old chick was acting grimy
So you know I got a side b
And she love me all the time see
I've been on my job
I don't got no time
And then it's gone
And then it's gone
On my job
On my job
On my job
I predict a whole lot of trees getting chopped
On my job
I'm on my job
On my job
It's a quarter p at least in each of these jars
On my job
On my job
On my job
I predict a whole lot of trees getting chopped
On my job
I'm on my job
On my job
It's a quarter p at least in each of these jars
Writer(s): Alex Wiley
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