You want a hot body? You want a Bugatti? You want a Maserati? You better work, bitch You better work, bitch You better work, bitch Yeah Bad little thing wanna kiss on my ring, yeah Got mad sauce, it's a Italy thing, yeah Always been that, badaboom, badabing But they ain't wanna give me one goddamn thing Never been scared to put the work in Getting to the cream like Jergens 25/7 I'm working Y'all stay worried 'bout Birkins I'm cutting up like a surgeon 'Bout my cash money like Birdman Rhyme tight, pussy on virgin Hoes mad yea they stay lurking When I go live they be the first in Said you like me? Well you just the Walmart version You better work, bitch I been on my grind Nine to five and a five to nine They don't wanna see me in overdrive Putting in hours, doing overtime Doja fine, no kitten, no days off Bills all paid up, guess it all paid off Bitches stay scheming like Madoff They don't wanna see me in the playoffs (You better work, bitch) I be exuding magnificence Yeah, I'm just counting my dividends You could get played like an instrument I beat Goliath like Letterman Talking 'bout David, I don't need no middlemen They all got writers, I'm penning this venomous That's why they call me Feminem, limitless Heir to the throne like I'm Middleton Serving these bitches like I am Serena in Wimbledon Yeah You better get this You better get this You better get this