Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2-Tone Eternal
2-Tone Eternal
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yura Sidelnikov
Yura Sidelnikov
Songwriter
Thomas Dan Pecora
Thomas Dan Pecora
Songwriter
Kamil Gabdullin
Kamil Gabdullin
Songwriter

Lyrics

She's got some bills to pay she ain't got time to play She knows the game and doesn't mess around wit' lames She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) The world can judge her but God is her only faith It's all the same don't criticize the way she's paid She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) Born and raised in the hood wit' her siblings; smart girl always handled her business Good grades she's highly ambitious; got a thing for health and fitness She fine everybody wanna hit it; drop lines she wasn't really wit' it Part-time job, hooptie car, cell phone on, skin real soft Her hair and nails are droppin' jaws she's lookin' like a superstar Never paid attention to her haters; got game from all the local players They watchin' that big bootie; fantasizin' of makin' a movie Walked past that club they said "what's up" she chose to pass them up Held it down but things got cold; watchin' momma's broken nose Domestic violence hear the sirens; pops left them broke and cryin' Can't pay the rent it's due; workin' two jobs out of school Started dating this smooth goon; had a baby way too soon She sought that lovin' from that thug but he got locked up for them drugs One night she's walkin' home; stepped in that club alone She said, "I gotta change my situation really fast... Put my pride aside its business shake my ass and make a bag" (Uh!) She's got some bills to pay she ain't got time to play She knows the game and doesn't mess around wit' lames She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) The world can judge her but God is her only faith It's all the same don't criticize the way she's paid She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) She got it goin' on in control; every night she stacks that dough She takes her notes from the featured show; learns how to work that pole From her head to her toes she's gettin' known; momentum now it's on Twerk and split, workin' it, confident she's all legit Athletic and she's super thick big ballers pay for all of it Every night she gets back home; checks off her daily goals A few bankrolls wit' a brand new home; no hooptie a Benz she owns College bound tuition paid; business major MBA One night she goes to church; lookin' sexy in her skirt The bishop flirts but she didn't look first; disturbed with the heads she turned She didn't give in so they tried to flip it; said, "strippin' is another form of sinnin'" Oh my God another hypocrite; livin' in a time of the counterfeit Split quick loves God not religion; went back to expandin' her business Clothing line endorsement time; host a show she's on her grind Made a vow on that dark road; wouldn't let no one break her soul From a broken home to a stripper pole; she'll never be broke she got's her own She's got some bills to pay she ain't got time to play She knows the game and doesn't mess around wit' lames She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) The world can judge her but God is her only faith It's all the same don't criticize the way she's paid She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) She Do It For The Money! (Uh!) She Do It For The Money! (Uh!)
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