Keep'n it real Gotta big up all my peoples who be working on the future Though they know they gotta struggle To all my homies working on the 9 to 5 And doing right to keep themselves up out of trouble Although sometimes I know it seems impossible There

Money for nothin' chicks for free We got to install microwave ovens custom kitchen deliveries We got to move these refrigerators we gotta move these color TV's That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and chicks for free (I want my,

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit Everything you get you gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop (And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick, to stop me from that

I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo She's got class and style Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strictly biz, don't play around Cover much ground, got game by the pound

You gotta work We gon' find a way Somebody's gotta do it I know the road is deep I know the journey's long So, I've got to carry on And when I'm in too deep I need you to help me to be strong It ain't gonna happen on its own

In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun

How you do it, how you do it to me About the way you work my body (work my body) But I just gotta tell somebody (tell somebody) Yeah and I know I shouldn't kiss and tell About the way you do my body babe How you work it, how you work it for me Hair

I got plans tonight And you, you know what I like And you're approaching me right But I gotta make sure it's right for me But you gotta work that thing right for me So take the stage just show me what you got Feeling lucky let me touch your spot Might be

Where do we go? Oh, when love is gone Where does it go? I've gotta know Can we work it out? Can we just work it out? Scream and shout 'till we work it out? And after all this time Hanging on to the dead lights

Now get this work No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami I've been work work work work working on my shit Working on my shit I've been up all night, tryna get that rich Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live Walk a mile in these