August Alsina - Work lyrics

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...