Work Lyrics - August Alsina

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 

I work hard, so she twerk hard, she love shakin' that ass 

She work hard for that money work hard for that cash 

Girl, you see how many bottles 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 

Got a tattoo of your stage name 

Them other niggas don't notice 

You killin' 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 its amazing, That's why you've got every nigga in here paying 

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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 

I work hard, so she twerk hard, she love shakin' 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 - 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, should give thanks to your mother 

Man, need time to recover if we go to the buzzer 

Got to know I'm a drummer, fuck it then I'mma beat it 

...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 pass, 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 kill it and leave it, I'm a hell of a criminal 

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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 

I work hard, so she twerk hard, she love shakin' that ass 

She work hard for that money work hard for that cash