歌詞

She works hard for the money So hard for it, honey She works hard for the money So you better treat her right I got Bills I gotta pay So I gotta work work work every day I got mouths I gotta feed So I gotta make sure everybody eats All these bills pile up around here They looking like a mount All the little kids run around I can hear their stomach growl I'm searching for a moon out And my man he don't know how I said I'm gonna leave him If he don't come home with fifty thousand Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn, oh damn Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man Oh damn, oh man, oh damn, oh man I got Bills I gotta pay So I gotta work, work, work every day I got mouths I gotta feed So I gotta make sure everybody eats Woke up and I bumped my head Stumped my toe on the edge of the bed Opened the fridge and the food all gone Leaving everybody, crap them along Hopped in the car and the car won't start It's too damn hot but I still gotta walk My honey old lady and of course will not Praying that my card won't get declined Really? Ow! I got Bills I gotta pay So I gotta work, work, work every day I got mouths I gotta feed So I gotta make sure everybody eats She works hard for the money So hard for it, honey She works hard for the money So you better treat her right Oh your shoes, yeah your shoes Oh your shoes! Ain't got no soul I got Bills (How much do I owe you?) I gotta pay So I'm gonn' work, work, work every day (Oh... can I pay you next Tuesday?) I got mouths (Can I pay you Pal?) I gotta feed (EBT?) So I'm gonn' make sure (Credit Card?) Everybody eats (Pesos?) I got Bills (Your mom's got Bills) I gotta pay (Your daddy got Bills) So I'm gonn' (And your gramma got Bills) Work, work, work every day (Your piano player, he got Bills) I got mouths (Bass man too, everybody do) I gotta feed So I'm gonn' make sure everybody eats I got Bills
Writer(s): Eric Frederic, Rickard Goransson, Jacob Hindlin, Gamal Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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