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

We are the warriors that built this town Here we are, don't turn away now Here we are, don't turn away now, As a child you would wait And watch from far away But you always knew that you'd be the one That work while they all play In youth you'd lay

Go ahead and keep your American dream Go ahead and keep it, go ahead and keep it It's either hard at work, or hardly working at all (At all) Have you had the same mentality since you were just a kid? Can you ever face reality growing up so quick? Go

(Don't talk to me) Don't talk to me about being alone They come and they come and they come and they come I accepted with a gentle tongue (Talk to me) He's got his work and she comes easy They each come around when the other is gone Me, I think I got

You gon' make me give up everything I worked for Make me give up everything I worked for Sunday, that's what they pray to church for Sunday, you ain't go to church though I still bless you, but you know what come first though You gon' get this Rollie off

I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ay I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ay, yeah But today is my day, it's my day And no matter what they say, it's my day La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah, yeah Roll up to the spot, feelin' real good Think you gon'

Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to

Gotta work me out, make it real Better lock this down, better box it up Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Just can't stop, once ain't enough Ella me tiene pegao Stuck on a feeling Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Quisiera besarla (mirala) No

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

Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah) Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ay) Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ay) Had to cop the Audi,