Work

[Hook]

She say five for the table, ten for the lap

Twenty five a song if we take it to the back

And I said Damn... tell me what would you do for the rack?

And she said Damn... I don't know if I should answer that

'Cause she work hard for that money  work hard for that cash

Work hard for that money  work hard for that cash

I work hard, so she twerk hard, she love shakin' that ass

She work hard for that money  work hard for that cash

Cash...

[Verse 1]

Girl, you see how many bottles we've popped

So don't stop dropping that ass

Down up, down up, jiggle that back

Drop it to the floor, girl, make that ass clap

If we take it to the back for a stack, it's a wrap

And you know that  you love hearing that real shit

I love the way that them heels fit

And the way they're making that ass sit

And you outfit is the dopest

Now take it off, stay focussed

Got a tattoo of your stage name

Them other niggas don't notice

You killin' hoes with your pole tricks

You work hard or get no tips

You ball hard, I've got more whips

And a drug dealer got more chips

And I can't, I won't stop... staring at your body

'Cause it looks so good on the stage

That's why you've got every nigga in the paint...

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[Verse 2]

New day, new money  more than often

Nowadays my lifestyle is more than costly

Them nights at the Saint, drinkin', so exhausted

No for me, girl, for you  I'm more than bossin'

But girl you're stunning, Stone Cold Steve Austin

What a Hell of a catch  Calvin Johnson

You belong on the cover, sugar thanks to your mother

Man, need time to recover if we go to the buzzer

Got to know I'm a drummer, fuck it then I'mma beat it

...but she was happy to meet it

So she wrote down the number in case I wanted to keep it

But I don't stop at the pass, only counter I needed

Some would call it conceited, but I call it original

Dark and spicy, that line was subliminal

Call me Mr. Clutch, put me in when it's pivotal

Watch me kill it and leave it, I'm a hell of a criminal

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