Werk Girl

Lyrics

I'm a dealer in training But I'm doing my thing When these hips start swinging They know I'm 'bout to slay I think my haters must love me 'Cause I'm always on their mind And if you don't see me shining Then, girl, you must be blind So, I'm coming out Coming through Shining like a true diva do I'm just warming up Wait and see But fabulous ain't free Mama told me money don't grow on trees You better roll up your sleeves It's time to grab your pumps and work for the money Pump, pumps, and work for the money (Work, girl) Honey, so whip your weave Baby boy, just believe It's time to grab your pumps and work for the money Pump, pumps, and work for the money Work, girl, work, girl, work, girl, work, girl Pumps and work for the money Work, girl, work, girl, work, girl Pumps and work for the money Oh, I'm so sad, my picture Make sure it's my good side Go home or go bigger Don't give me that spotlight 'Cause I'm a full-time unicorn Lip gloss and glitter, that's my uniform So, always remember That you were born to fly So, I'm coming out Coming through Shining like a true diva do I'm just warming up Wait and see But fabulous ain't free Mama told me money don't grow on trees You better roll up your sleeves It's time to grab your pumps and work for the money Pump, pumps, and work for the money (Work, girl) Honey, so whip your weave Baby boy, just believe It's time to grab your pumps, and work for the money Pump, pumps, and work for the money Work, girl, work, girl, work, girl, work, girl Pumps and work for the money Work, girl, work, girl, work, girl Pumps and work for the money Whoa, I do solemnly swear to Work hard for the money Work, girl (Work, girl), Work, girl (Work, girl) Work, girl (Work, girl) I do solemnly swear to Work hard for the money Work, work, girl Work, work, girl Yo, girl, get your moola, get your coins and pounds and things Pull up like booyah, with your wigs and guns and rings Pay me, do my thing, then I'm tucking out Jamie, that's who ev'rybody talking 'bout He a little broke, but the bloke can rock a mini-skirt He know to give whatever you want, go get your hands dirty Noo-noo-noo, me-me-me, pumps included Clear the runway and turn up the music Mama told me Mama told me money don't grow on trees You better roll up your sleeves It's time to grab your pumps and work for the money Pump, pumps, and work for the money (Work, girl) Honey, so whip your weave Baby boy, just believe It's time to grab your pumps and work for the money Pump, pumps, and work for the money Work, girl, work, girl, work, girl, work, girl Pumps and work for the money Work, girl, work, girl, work, girl Pumps and work for the money