ilovemakonnen - work that pole lyrics
but work the pole, work the pole, ’til the money don’t fold
girl work the pole, work the pole, ’til the money don’t fold
girl work the pole, work the pole, ’til the money don’t fold
girl work the pole, work the pole, ’til the money don’t fold
i’m throwing 1s, i’m throwing 20s, throwing 100s on yo b+tch
got that b+tch out here acting like she really want my d+ck
but she can’t f+cking have it, ‘cuz i gave it to her man
and i’m out here making bands, b+tch, i’m off in j+pan
work the pole, work the pole, ’til the money don’t fold
i got a girl [?] and her [?]
her little name is lorena, and she come into l.a
she don’t show you how to do it, ‘cuz this ho do not play
she work the pole, she work the pole, ’til the money don’t fold
i’m out here dippin’ all in a f+ckin pearls with the gold
i told these n+ggas “come and see me, ‘cuz you know i got [?]
i got yo’ b+tch on my line, i told her “hold up, girl, hold”
i work the pole, i work the pole, ’til the money don’t fold
i go berserk, i go berserk, b+tch, like what do you know
we workin’ poles, we workin’ poles, we throwing dollars on yo’ b+tch
i got 5s, i got 20s, maybe 50s if you show your tits
girl work the pole, work the pole, ’til the money don’t fold
girl work the pole, work the pole, ’til the money don’t fold
i got your old ho bangin’ on motherf+ckin’ line 2
n+gga, we can’t find you, n+gga, we will find you a hunna f+ckin’ thousand if you ain’t on the [?]
you know i’m out here f+ckin’ [?]
god d+mn, my flow is sick, b+tch, i need a f+ckin’ doctor
tell them they can call me, i’m in a helicopter
workin’ the pole, workin’ the pole, swinging that thing
you know i’m going f+ckin’ crazy, like i’m selling cocaine
this n+gga go so f+ckin’ hard, b+tch, you know my f+ckin’ name
and you know i’m f+ckin’ grown, and you know i go insane
i work the pole, i work the pole, ’til the money don’t fold
this n+gga out here so sick, you’d think i’d have a f+ckin’ cold
put some vicks up on my chest, show them b+tches my breast
because you know i am the best, when i’m in the f+ckin’ west
i work the pole, i work the pole, ’til the money don’t fold
you know a n+gga get a [?]
like hold up b+tch, don’t call my phone, ‘cuz i’m gon’ put you on hold
you know my money out here long, and that paper don’t fold
girl work the pole, work the pole, ’til your money don’t fold
girl work the pole, work the pole, ’til your money don’t fold
b+tch work the pole, work the pole, ’til your money don’t fold
b+tch work the pole, work the pole, ’til your money don’t fold
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