I'm a dealer in training
But I’m doing my thing
When these hips start swinging
They know I'm 'bout to slay

I think my haters must love me
’Cause I'm always on their mind
And if you don't see me shining
Then, girl, you must be blind

So, I'm coming out
Coming through
Shining like a true diva do
I'm just warming up
Wait and see
But fabulous ain't free

Mama told me money don't grow on trees
You better roll up your sleeves
It's time to grab your pumps and work for the money
Pump, pumps, and work for the money (Work, girl)

Honey, so whip your weave
Baby boy, just believe
It’s time to grab your pumps and work for the money
Pump, pumps, and work for the money
Work, girl, work, girl, work, girl, work, girl
Pumps and work for the money
Work, girl, work, girl, work, girl
Pumps and work for the money

Oh, I’m so sad, my picture
Make sure it's my good side
Go home or go bigger
Don’t give me that spotlight

'Cause I'm a full-time unicorn
Lip gloss and glitter, that's my uniform
So, always remember
That you were born to fly

So, I’m coming out
Coming through
Shining like a true diva do
I'm just warming up
Wait and see
But fabulous ain't free

Mama told me money don't grow on trees
You better roll up your sleeves
It's time to grab your pumps and work for the money
Pump, pumps, and work for the money (Work, girl)
Honey, so whip your weave
Baby boy, just believe
It's time to grab your pumps, and work for the money
Pump, pumps, and work for the money

Work, girl, work, girl, work, girl, work, girl
Pumps and work for the money
Work, girl, work, girl, work, girl
Pumps and work for the money

Whoa, I do solemnly swear to
Work hard for the money
Work, girl (Work, girl), Work, girl (Work, girl) Work, girl (Work, girl)
I do solemnly swear to
Work hard for the money
Work, work, girl
Work, work, girl

Yo, girl, get your moola, get your coins and pounds and things
Pull up like booyah, with your wigs and guns and rings
Pay me, do my thing, then I'm tucking out
Jamie, that's who ev'rybody talking 'bout

He a little broke, but the bloke can rock a mini-skirt
He know to give whatever you want, go get your hands dirty
Noo-noo-noo, me-me-me, pumps included
Clear the runway and turn up the music
Mama told me
Mama told me money don't grow on trees
You better roll up your sleeves
It's time to grab your pumps and work for the money
Pump, pumps, and work for the money (Work, girl)

Honey, so whip your weave
Baby boy, just believe
It's time to grab your pumps and work for the money
Pump, pumps, and work for the money

Work, girl, work, girl, work, girl, work, girl
Pumps and work for the money
Work, girl, work, girl, work, girl
Pumps and work for the money