On My Job - Fiend, Juvenile

I’m on my job, on my job

I’m on my job, on my job

I handle my bidness, handle my bidness

I’m on my job, on my job

14 on the block, gotta get some

Dreamin and leanin on the SLP, hum

Skinny shoes, AMGs, lookin sick

Trap boy, movin that crack with a kick drum

I just got that money, bout a hundred

Tell my mama I just got a hundred

And I ain’t dissagreeing, I’m a feend for the money

Donald Jones, bitch

I’m so in smoke, in this zone

I’m on my job, on my job

I’m on my job, on my job

I handle my bidness, handle my bidness

I’m on my job, on my job

Can you go where I been, nigga, I been in

Good green Spinich, handle my bidness

S to the N, it

Show you how I been it

And put some Ds on that bitch, get your windows tinted

Blowin out your windows, sittin on 20s

Chuckin up the duces, and won’t stop untill I’m in it

Get your ass on the floor, open up the D lo

Slap your mama in the face, and ask her what do she know

Clip on the clip, clap on the clapper

Get a lick, hit it quick

Nigga, what you talkin bout

Easily could get him out, bang bang could take him out

Chuck you out Dogg house

I’m on my job, on my job

I’m on my job, on my job

I handle my bidness, handle my bidness

I’m on my job, on my job

The winner, in New Orlins the kinner

Bitch invite me over, she say she havin me for dinner

It’s hard for you to breath, your ass gettin thinner

I been stuntin on you niggas for the past ten winters

Bear cub jacket, blue Fox Chinchilla

Bag full of gass sacks, feelin like Pilla

All my bitches bad, Michael Jackson like Thriller

Ain’t no doubt about it, like the Pepsy bottle spilla

Smokin on the best shit, smellin like shitta

All I do is ball on 'm, Redgy Miller

I’m on my Jay shit, real spitter

Climbin to the top, and you’ll fall like Godzilla

I’m on my job, on my job

I’m on my job, on my job

I handle my bidness, handle my bidness

I’m on my job, on my job