Werk Girl - Todrick Hall

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 that, you dee-ba-doo

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 that, you dee-ba-doo

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 errybody 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