August Alsina - Work lyrics
rate me(feat. Roscoe Dash)
[Intro:]
The cannon!
For all, for all
Baby, you got that!
Hook:
She say five for the table, yeah
Ten for the lap, yeah
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!”
Because she work hard for that money, work hard for that cash
She work hard for that money, work hard for that cash, yeah
I work hard, so she twerk hard, she love shaking that ass
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 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 smack, 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 you outfit is the dopest, yeah
Now take it off, stay focussed, yeah!
Got a tattoo of your stage name
Them other niggas don’t notice.
You killing hoes with your pole tricks
You work hard to get no tips
You ball hard, I’ve got more whips
And a drug dealer got no chips.
Bridge:
And I can’t, I won’t stop staring at your body,
Cause it looks so good on the stage!
It’s amazing, that’s why you’ve got every nigga in the pain!
Hook:
She say five for the table, yeah
Ten for the lap, yeah
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!”
Because she work hard for that money, work hard for that cash
She work hard for that money, work hard for that cash, yeah
I work hard, so she twerk hard, she love shaking that ass
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 costing
Them nights at the Saint, drinking yourself exhausted
..for you, girl, I’m more than bossin’
But girl you’re stunning, ...
What a hell of a catch, Calvin Johnson!
You belong on the cover, sugar thanks to your mother
Many times to recover if we go to the...
Got to know I’m a drummer, fuck it then I’mma beat it
…but she was happy to meet him
So she working the number in case I wanted to keep it
But I decided to pass, only kind 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!
Bridge:
And I can’t, I won’t stop staring at your body,
Cause it looks so good on the stage!
It’s amazing, that’s why you’ve got every nigga in the pain!
Hook:
She say five for the table, yeah
Ten for the lap, yeah
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!”
Because she work hard for that money, work hard for that cash
She work hard for that money, work hard for that cash, yeah
I work hard, so she twerk hard, she love shaking that ass
She work hard for that money, work hard for that cash (cash!)
