August Alsina, Roscoe Dash - Work lyrics
[August Alsina, Roscoe Dash - Work lyrics]
She say 5 for the table, 10 for the lap
25 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"
Because she work hard for that money
Work hard for that cash
Work hard for that money work
Hard for that cash
Work hard, so she twerk hard
She love shaking that ass
She work hard for that money
Work hard for that cash
Girl, you see how many
Bottles that we 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 your outfit is the dopest
Now take it off, stay focused
Got a tattoo of your stage name
Them other niggas don’t notice
You killing 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
Nigga in here paying
She say 5 for the table, 10 for the lap
25 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"
Because she work hard for that money
Work hard for that cash
Work hard for that money work
Hard for that cash
Work hard, so she twerk hard
She love shaking that ass
She work hard for that money
Work hard for that cash
New day, new money, more than often
Nowadays my lifestyle is more than costly
Them nights at the Saint
Drunk and so exhausted
No for me, girl for you
Girl I’m more than bossing
But girl you’re stunning
Stone Cold Steve Austin
What a hell of a catch, Calvin Johnson
You belong on the cover
Should give thanks to your mother
Man, need time to recover if
We go to the buzzer
Good to know I’m a drummer
Fuck it then I’mma beat it
Thought she was into the other but
She was happy to meet it
So she wrote down the number in
Case I wanted to keep it
But I decided to pass
On the count I ain't need it
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
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
Nigga in here paying
She say 5 for the table, 10 for the lap
25 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"
Because she work hard for that money
Work hard for that cash
Work hard for that money work
Hard for that cash
Work hard, so she twerk hard
She love shaking that ass
She work hard for that money
Work hard for that cash
25 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"
Because she work hard for that money
Work hard for that cash
Work hard for that money work
Hard for that cash
Work hard, so she twerk hard
She love shaking that ass
She work hard for that money
Work hard for that cash
Girl, you see how many
Bottles that we 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 your outfit is the dopest
Now take it off, stay focused
Got a tattoo of your stage name
Them other niggas don’t notice
You killing 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
Nigga in here paying
She say 5 for the table, 10 for the lap
25 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"
Because she work hard for that money
Work hard for that cash
Work hard for that money work
Hard for that cash
Work hard, so she twerk hard
She love shaking that ass
She work hard for that money
Work hard for that cash
New day, new money, more than often
Nowadays my lifestyle is more than costly
Them nights at the Saint
Drunk and so exhausted
No for me, girl for you
Girl I’m more than bossing
But girl you’re stunning
Stone Cold Steve Austin
What a hell of a catch, Calvin Johnson
You belong on the cover
Should give thanks to your mother
Man, need time to recover if
We go to the buzzer
Good to know I’m a drummer
Fuck it then I’mma beat it
Thought she was into the other but
She was happy to meet it
So she wrote down the number in
Case I wanted to keep it
But I decided to pass
On the count I ain't need it
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
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
Nigga in here paying
She say 5 for the table, 10 for the lap
25 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"
Because she work hard for that money
Work hard for that cash
Work hard for that money work
Hard for that cash
Work hard, so she twerk hard
She love shaking that ass
She work hard for that money
Work hard for that cash