Stick-Up Lyrics

So I'm

Powdering my nose

Right before the show

This the fifth week in a row

That I'm digging for dough

I hear a knock on the door

I put my hand in the drawer

It's the guy from the floor

Saying "Show me some more"

Before he enters

I pull out my weapon on sight

This a stick-up

But he thinks I'm gonna

Give a good time

I let him to see his smile

Turn to fear of a child

He adds a stack into the pile

I whisper see you in a while

I was not born with a strong sense of greed

It isn't a part of the blood that I bleed

But after I've seen all the things that I've seen

If I don't cause harm, then I don't get that green

Mmm I don't get that green

Mmm I don't get that green

Yeah

Now I'm

Dancing on stage

Feathers wrapped 'round my waist

When I see his pretty face

Try to secretly complain

To the waitress at the bar

But he's not getting too far

Cuz she started up the car

When he topped her tip jar

I give the signal to my girl

She turns off the lights

To distract him

And see if he wants to have a wild night

I make a b-line towards the door

This is guy number four

Who thought I was just a whore

That would give him some more

I was not born with a strong sense of greed

It isn't a part of the blood that I bleed

But after I've seen all the things that I've seen

If I don't cause harm, then I don't get that green

Mmm I don't get that green

Mmm I don't get that green

Yeah

Get that green, get that green

Get that green, get that green

Get that green, get that green

Get that green, get that green

I was not born with a strong sense of greed (Oh no)

It isn't a part of the blood that I bleed (No)

But after I've seen all the things that I've seen

If I don't cause harm, then I don't get that green

Mmm I don't get that green

Mmm I don't get that green

Yeah

Get that green, get that green

Get that green, get that green

Get that green, get that green

Get that green, get that green