Shawty gettin' freaky and nasty (Woo!) I'm a rich ass nigga, you a bitch ass nigga I'ma put face in it Nigga, quick fast, nigga Got a stick, grrragh Hit your bitch ass nigga Better talk to me nice when you hit that, nigga, yeah Heard my mama workin' with

Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of It took so long, for me to realize How strong your heart is And all this time, my mind was working In strange ways Through the love in your eyes Sharp turn, my mind is a blur Slow passage through the air

Bossa nova, bossa nova She said, go, bossa nova baby Keep on dancin' She said, hey, bossa nova baby Keep on workin' for I said, take it easy, baby I worked all day And my feet feel just like lead You got my shirt tails

Mexicano, I'm working like I'm Mexicano Drop-top Porsches, I'm so used to this Smoking out the pound, I'm so used to this I know where I'm from and I got used to this Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna (yeah) Beat the odds, do numbers and

Working, working, working, working, ain't ya? You don't have no time to lay up You just trying to be somebody 'Fore you say you need somebody Get all your affairs in order I won't have affairs, I'm yours, girl Faithful, faithful, faithful, faithful And

And be happy for the rest of your life Make a little more love Make a little less money Off a little less honey Can’t have it made there in the shade When you’re workin’ all the time Make a little more love, more love Be happy for the rest of your life

It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me They call me the workin' man They call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine

Let my baby stay, let my baby stay So please don’t take my love away Please don’t take my love away I was made to love her, been working at it Half of my life, I’ve been an addict And she’s been good to me Far as I can tell she’s happy, livin’ with her

I know I ain't perfect, but look I'm working I could make a melody like, "yeah, yeah" We just turning up, what you really want? They tryna tell us that we can't go back there Don't tell me you love me, show me the money Where I'm from, love can go bad,

She's working on a tan Working on a tan Soaking up the sun Getting next to nothing done Chilling in a chair Flower in her hair Margarita in her hand She's sitting in the sand, She's got the focus