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!)

VERSE 1

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!)

CHORUS

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!)

VERSE 2

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 with 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

CHORUS

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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