Lyrics: I ain't worried bout nothin I ain't wearin na nada I'm sitting pretty, impatient But I know you gotta Put in those hours Imma make it harder I'm sendin pic af...
Lyrics: I ain't worried bout nothin I ain't wearin na nada I'm sitting pretty, impatient But I know you gotta Put in those hours Imma make it harder I'm sendin pic after picture Imma get you fired I know you're always on that night shift But I can't stand these nights alone I don't need no explanation Baby you're the boss at home
You don't gotta go towork But you gotta put in work You don't gotta go to work Let my body do the work We can work from home
Let's put it into motion Imma give you a promotion I'll make it feel like a vacay Turn the bed into an ocean We don't need nobody I just need your body Nothin but sheets in between us Ain't no gettin off early
Oh, yeah Girl gotta work for me Can you make it clap No hands for me Take it to the ground Pick it up for me Look back at it All on for me Put in work like my timesheet She ride it like a '63 Imma buy her no Celine Let her ride in a foreign with me Oh, she the bae, I'm her boo And she down to break the rules Ride or die, she gone go I won't judge, she finesse I pipe her, she take that Puttin' overtime on your body
