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 a**
She work hard for that money – work hard for that cash
Cash...
Girl, you see how many bottles we've popped
So don't stop dropping that a**
Down up, down up, jiggle that back
Drop it to the floor, girl, make that a** clap
If we take it to the back for a stack, it's a wrap
And you know that – you love hearing that real sh**
I love the way that them heels fit
And the way they're making that a** sit
And you outfit is the dopest
Now take it off, stay focussed
Got a tattoo of your stage name
Them other n***as don't notice
You k**in' 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
Girl it's amazing
That's why you've got every n***a in the paint...
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 a**
She work hard for that money – work hard for that cash
Cash...
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, f** it then I'm a beat it
f** the feds and the others, 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 pa**, 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 k** it and leave it, I'm a hell of a criminal
And I can't, I won't stop... staring at your body
'Cause it looks so good on the stage
Girl it's amazing
That's why you've got every n***a in the paint...
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 a**
She work hard for that money – work hard for that cash
Cash...