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Featuring Roscoe Dash (Hook) 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 ass She work hard for that money – work hard for that cash Cash… (Verse 1) 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 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 you outfit is the dopest Now take it off, stay focussed Got a tattoo of your stage name Them other niggas don’t notice Letras de cancionesYou 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 it's amazing That’s why you’ve got every nigga in the paint… (Hook) 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 ass She work hard for that money – work hard for that cash Cash… (Verse 2) 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, fuck it then I’mma beat it Fuck 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 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 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 the paint… (Hook) 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 ass She work hard for that money – work hard for that cash Cash… From Letras Mania