Open the door Let a little warmth out I can see my breath And my ankles feel like they're going to collapse From all the stairs that I've been walking up and down Trying to find you, but I never do But now it's back to paperwork and fixing the copier I don't have school tonight So I think I'll be drinking alone to some Replacements songs Don't tell a soul I'd be pleased to meet me too, but I'm all shook down Under the influence of artists not looking for change The timing and structure will all resolve and sound the same

I'll make a bad bitch Pick the money off the floor So she can bend it over And watch her make that ass go Tiger stripes and cookie dough Shake that monkey for a real one She working up a sweat Trying to make it rain a million Fell into a split Bitches falling out the ceiling Gotta give em' they respect Cuz she do this for a living She prolly got children Sell weed on the side Looking at the car she drive She done swallowed a lotta pride And a whole lotta spit The Type of bitch that got grit But you can NOT call her broke Cuz that hoe be on her shit Giving all the ballers Table dances In the VIP Got the Alcohol flowing Yeah she bout to make a grip Trash bags full of money Bout to count up with the click Cashing out the DJ Leave the Bartender a tip She just that type of bitch Wit a whole lotta class Wit a whole lotta sense And a whole lotta ass Don't be judging cuz she dance And she ain't trying to fuck If a nigga getting money He love to see you coming up Dancing to your favorite cut While she twerking to the beat Long as I'm a paying customer She gon' work it for me Work it for me Work it for you, Naw Work it for me She gon work it for who Work it for me Work it for me Work it for me She gon' work it for me Work it for me Work it for you, Naw Work it for me She gon work it for who Work it for me Work it for me Work it for me yeahhhh I keep two bad bitches on the sideline One a cool 8 and a hot 9 It really don't matter cause they both mine They goin' work for me at the same time Shakelife Shawty got them strippers man When We drop this song they going all dance I keep a bad bitch with her own bands She love fuckin' on me and telling all her friends We taking shots to the head damn shawty you thick But can you bounce it like that right here on this dick She laughed just a little cause I was kicking my shit She start working it for me lil thick freaky bih Coronas and some henn and she bout in a friend Whoop there it is We tag teaming again She heard that oh boy and start feening again Yea your baby mama is my number 1 fan She gon' work it for me Work it for me Work it for me Work it for me She gon work it for you Work it for me Work it for who Work it for me yeahhhh