Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox, Wilkie Ferguson - I Don’t Mind lyrics
[Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox, Wilkie Ferguson - I Don’t Mind lyrics]
Yeah ursher, baby
This is for the A
Shawty, I don’t mind if you dance on a pole
That don’t make you a ho
Shawty, I don’t mind
When you work until three
If you’re leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
Cause I know how it is
Go and handle your biz
And get that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes
Long as you coming home girl, I don’t mind
The ballers in here tonight
They gon’ buy a hundred bottles
As soon as you shake it I know
They gon’ make it colossal in here
Cause shawty you thinkin’ them tricks that
You do with your body
Got all of these niggas they crowding around
You like they seen Beyonce in here
You want your own and you
Need your own, baby, who am I to judge?
Cause how could I ever trip about it
When I met you in the club?
I make enough for the both of us
But you dance anyway
You know I was raised in the A
Shawty, I don’t mind if you dance on a pole
That don’t make you a ho
Shawty, I don’t mind
When you work until three
If you’re leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
Cause I know how it is
Go and handle your biz
And get that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes
Long as you coming home girl, I don’t mind
When you get off of work I’ll be
Ready to go in the ‘Rari
And when we get home we’ll have us
Our own private party in here
So I don’t worry at all about
The things they do or say i love you anyway
You can twerk while in a split
You racking up them tips
Your body rock and your booty poppin’
I’m proud to call you my bitch
They be lookin’, but they
Can’t touch you, shawty
I’m the only one to get it
So just go ahead and keep
Doing what you doing
Shawty, I don’t mind if you dance on a pole
That don’t make you a ho
Shawty, I don’t mind
When you work until three
If you’re leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
Cause I know how it is
Go and handle your biz
And get that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes
Long as you coming home girl, I don’t mind
(It's ya boy, Juicy J)
I’m just tryna cut her up, tryna bust a nut
Tryna take somebody bitch, turn her to a slut
Tryna fill my cup, tryna live it up
Throw some hundreds on that ass
Walk her out the club
(yeah, ho) Lap dance for the first date
Bet I threw a few bands that’s third base
It’s okay if you work late
We can still party like it’s your birthday
We can still party hard in your birthday suit
Knock that pussy out the park
Like my name Babe Ruth
Shawty she just want a tip
I just want to see her strip
If you fuck me like you love
Me shawty you might get rich
Have her own cake, her own place
Blow her own gas, no Rolaid
When we in the bed she like to roleplay
Tell her friend to join in both ways
Shawty, I don’t mind if you dance on a pole
That don’t make you a ho
Shawty, I don’t mind
When you work until three
If you’re leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
Cause I know how it is
Go and handle your biz
And get that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes
Long as you coming home girl, I don’t mind
This is for the A
Shawty, I don’t mind if you dance on a pole
That don’t make you a ho
Shawty, I don’t mind
When you work until three
If you’re leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
Cause I know how it is
Go and handle your biz
And get that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes
Long as you coming home girl, I don’t mind
The ballers in here tonight
They gon’ buy a hundred bottles
As soon as you shake it I know
They gon’ make it colossal in here
Cause shawty you thinkin’ them tricks that
You do with your body
Got all of these niggas they crowding around
You like they seen Beyonce in here
You want your own and you
Need your own, baby, who am I to judge?
Cause how could I ever trip about it
When I met you in the club?
I make enough for the both of us
But you dance anyway
You know I was raised in the A
Shawty, I don’t mind if you dance on a pole
That don’t make you a ho
Shawty, I don’t mind
When you work until three
If you’re leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
Cause I know how it is
Go and handle your biz
And get that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes
Long as you coming home girl, I don’t mind
When you get off of work I’ll be
Ready to go in the ‘Rari
And when we get home we’ll have us
Our own private party in here
So I don’t worry at all about
The things they do or say i love you anyway
You can twerk while in a split
You racking up them tips
Your body rock and your booty poppin’
I’m proud to call you my bitch
They be lookin’, but they
Can’t touch you, shawty
I’m the only one to get it
So just go ahead and keep
Doing what you doing
Shawty, I don’t mind if you dance on a pole
That don’t make you a ho
Shawty, I don’t mind
When you work until three
If you’re leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
Cause I know how it is
Go and handle your biz
And get that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes
Long as you coming home girl, I don’t mind
(It's ya boy, Juicy J)
I’m just tryna cut her up, tryna bust a nut
Tryna take somebody bitch, turn her to a slut
Tryna fill my cup, tryna live it up
Throw some hundreds on that ass
Walk her out the club
(yeah, ho) Lap dance for the first date
Bet I threw a few bands that’s third base
It’s okay if you work late
We can still party like it’s your birthday
We can still party hard in your birthday suit
Knock that pussy out the park
Like my name Babe Ruth
Shawty she just want a tip
I just want to see her strip
If you fuck me like you love
Me shawty you might get rich
Have her own cake, her own place
Blow her own gas, no Rolaid
When we in the bed she like to roleplay
Tell her friend to join in both ways
Shawty, I don’t mind if you dance on a pole
That don’t make you a ho
Shawty, I don’t mind
When you work until three
If you’re leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
Cause I know how it is
Go and handle your biz
And get that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
You can take off your clothes
Long as you coming home girl, I don’t mind