Chorus
 She works hard for the money
 So hard for it honey
 She works hard for the money
 And you better treat her right
 Verse One: Charli Baltimore
 Whatever you gotta  do for the Prada
 On sex  each minute  ten dollars
 24 hours  on Beauty Parlors
 Poppin' that tower  moves be power
 Why ya'll sour  I deals in bragoits
 See my thugs just ahppy with Nautica sweats
 While I look vexed  these cats get over
 Peace to the Rover, who sleep on the sofa
 You nine to five, I'm five to nine
 Sign dotted line, checks all mine
 If ya'll haters wanna courtsy me fine
 But I met mills, ya'll ain't worth a dime
 Ain't worth my time, curves stay dented
 Gotta do a bid, daddy watch the kids
 Whatever I did, to get this cash
 Did it hard, so spell me out real fast
 Chorus
 She works hard for the money
 So hard for it honey
 She works hard for the money
 And you better treat her right
 Verse Two: Charli Baltimore
 Yo, yo, honey come, honey go
 Money dough, money blow
 Where should I begin, cash on end
 Believe you me Charli pull no stunts
 Jet black six stacks in the trunk
 CB in a rut, work hard for the money
 Trsut me boo, play hard for the money
 Even if it's trippin', hey it's a living
 Just make sure them old men is tippin'
 Even the ones that be actin' hard
 Put my mack down tehn get platnuim cards
 Girls pop they four's, even drop they drawz
 For the pool, the house and the parcae floors
 Wanna take me out, don't need no roll
 Impress me baby, my kids need clothes
 If even I'm nervous, been out there flirtin'
 One things certain, I'm always workin'
 Chorus
 She works hard for the money
 So hard for it honey
 She works hard for the money
 And you better treat her right
 Verse Three: Charli Baltimore
 Yo I lie for the cash, die for the cash
 Only time I'm on E, is when it's class
 B fronted, don't Miss Thing lookin' pretty
 Oh yeah baby, my bankbook pretty
 Roll in a six, took his keys
 My man stays at home, he cooks and cleans
 While I get big, clockin' fast
 He'll watch the kids, I'll watch the stash
 And yo you think it's a figure of speech
 When I say, I get six figures a week
 And all ya'll think, that's ideal
 I'm wit' fly wheels, in high heels
 In tillin', that mink catch a feelin'
 Heights in the billin' building, over seas dealin'
 Yo you ain't treatin' me right
 It's aight, cause at the end of the night
 My money still tight
 Chorus
 She works hard for the money
 So hard for it honey
 She works hard for the money
 And you better treat her right
 She works hard for the money
 So hard for it honey
 She works hard for the money
 And you better treat her right