You can't get enough Girl, you know I set it up for after dark In a whip so low, no one's gotta know No one's gotta know (after dark) Knocking at your door, I don't gotta work anymore I don't gotta work no more (after dark) You can put your phone down

And I'm just doing me, just doing me I know, I know, I never be perfect I know, I know, but I'm gonna work it Let go, let go, put your new shoes on The new you on We are who we are, who we are, pretty's just a petty word And I'm gonna shine like a star,

I been doing me on the daily You can get mad that I made it You ain't know the work I put in Check my profile and they hit me I be makin' magic on the daily Ye-ah-ha-ha-ha With the top dropped down with your lady? (skrr, skrr, hey) Hit the club,

Black tears, rolling down, From the eyes of an angel in a sinner's town, She puts on her work clothes, fishnet pantyhose, She's got a nickname everybody knows at the gentlemen's club She clocks in at midnight, even though it never feels right, Makes her

A billion hits is what I'll get That's what I'm gonna get Well I know that I'll make it Never put my head down T-t-turn it up loud 'Cause I don't have to fake it If I keep on working it

You don't gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work We can work from home, oh, oh, oh-oh But you gotta put in work, work, work, work, work, work, work Let my body do the work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work I know you're always on

I try to make it stop Hard work don't stop When you know what you got Sacrifice ain't that hard Feel like depending on me Sometimes we ain't meant to be free And I know that we have asked for change Don't be scared to put the fears to shame Don't feel,

Got the streets in a lock, I'ma make you love me Baby, do you trust me? Do you trust me? Baby, do you trust me? Baby, do you trust me? I know you gon' be the one that's gon' hold me down When it's time to put in work you know I'm always 'round Tote that

Tell me what am I doing? Yeah, real music Yo, ya just get in that, you get in that head space, ya know Somebody get the body bags, working with beats and Put the MC’s in 'em, season 'em, put 'em on a beat with me, then I’m eating 'em Get away from the

Let me put some kush up in it Roll up, wait a minute Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale I know you tryna get high Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways Make her work for this suicide Holla at me 'cause I got it all day No need to fly to Jamaica For the