Belly - All That Money (6 Inch Heel) lyrics

[Instrumental Intro] [Chorus: Belly] Six inch heel, she walked in the club like nobody's business Goddamn, she murdered everybody and I was her witness She worked for the money, she worked for the money From the start to the finish And she's worth every dollar, worth every dollar But she's worth every minute She work for the money She work for the money She work for the money She work for the money [Verse 1: The Weeknd] She's stacking money, money everywhere she goes You know, pesos out of Mexico De uno, commas and them decimals She don't gotta give it up, she professional She mixing up that Ace with that Hennessy She love the way it tastes, that's her recipe Rushing through her veins like it's ecstasy, oh no Then she k**ed the f**ing stage like an enemy [Chorus: Belly] Six inch heel, she walked in the club like nobody's business Goddamn, she murdered everybody and I was her witness She worked for the money, she worked for the money From the start to the finish And she's worth every dollar Work for the money She work for the money She work for the money She work for the money [Verse 2: The Weeknd] She tricking on herself she don't need a boss Don't you know, really ain't a thing to [?] That two door, stunting with the ceilings on Got these b**hes on her feelings cause she paid it all Used to have a man, wasn't meant to be Made 100 bands, that's a century Saving up for plans that would never be She already made enough but she'll never leave [Bridge: The Weeknd] All this money, money, falling from the sky All this money, money, falling from the sky All this money, money, falling from the sky Falling from the sky, f-f-falling from the sky All this money, money, falling from the sky All this money, money, falling from the sky F-f-falling from the sky, falling from the sky [Verse 3: Belly] Got a 100 bands I don't need a reason Tell these b**hes it's k**ing season 200 cash, she don't need a visa Money, money all she believin' 300 flat, b**h left me freezin' Balling all up on and you play the bleachers 400 down, primp on the beach Comin' round and everything on fleek [Chorus: Belly] Six inch heel, she walked in the club like nobody's business Goddamn, she murdered everybody and I was her witness She worked for the money, she worked for the money From the start to the finish And she's worth every dollar, worth every dollar But she's worth every minute [Outro] She work for the money She work for the money She work for the money She work for the money But she's worth every minute She work for the money She work for the money She work for the money She work for the money But she's worth every minute