Marcquiese Burrell

(2/21/1987 / Baltimore, MD)

Work Hard for the Money


the men ride around in these streets
they all come with the same agenda
to have had the chance to meet and beat
you ain't caring what their name is
You have a reason that you do this
Get paid the money and then split
leave the post for your next gig
Within a minute you'll be called to strip

I got to make a couple more dollars
In order to support my family
Ain't got a husband, do have a few children
All I got to depend on is me
the men come into this club
they all have the same agenda
see naked women dance seductively, I smell so sweet
I put on a performance that'll make him rise in heat

he pulling out the big bucks
cause he like the way I work the pole
ain't like them other girls who look bummey
this one them girls who work hard for money

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, January 08, 2014

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