Beyoncé – 6 Inch (feat. The Weeknd) Lyrics

Beyoncé – 6 Inch (feat. The Weeknd) Lyrics
6 Inch
Beyoncé (feat. The Weeknd)
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    "6 Inch." - Beyoncé (feat. The Weeknd)

    Album: Lemonade
    Track No: 05
    Six inch heels, she walked in the club like nobody's business
    Goddamn, she murdered everybody and I was her witness
    Stackin' money, money everywhere she goes (You know)
    Pesos out of Mexico (Them unos)
    Commas and them decimals
    She don't gotta give it up, she professional (Oh)
    She mixing up that Ace with the Hennessy
    She love the way it tastes, that's her recipe
    Rushing through her veins like it's ecstasy (Oh, no)
    She already made enough but she'll never leave
    Six inch heels, she walked in the club like nobody's business
    Goddamn, she murdered everybody and I was her witness
    She works for the money, she work for the money
    From the start to the finish
    And she worth every dollar, she worth every dollar
    And she worth every minute
    She work for the money
    She work for the money
    She work for the money
    She work for the money
    She stack her money, money everywhere she goes
    Her Yamazaki straight from Tokyo
    She got them commas and them decimals
    She don't gotta give it up 'cause she professional
    Six inch heels, she walked in the club like nobody's business
    Goddamn, she murdered everybody and I was her witness
    She works for the money, she work for the money
    From the start to the finish
    And she worth every dollar, she worth every dollar
    And she worth every minute
    Stars in her eyes
    She fights for the power, keeping time
    She grinds day and night
    She grinds from Monday to Friday
    Work from Friday to Sunday, oh
    She gon' slang
    She's too smart to crave material things
    She pushing herself day and night
    She grinds from Monday to Friday
    Work from Friday to Sunday, oh
    Stars in her eyes
    She fights and she sweats through sleepless nights
    But she don't mind, she loves the grind
    She grinds from Monday to Friday
    Works from Friday to Sunday, yeah, yeah
    She gon' slang
    Too smart to crave material things
    Stacking her paper
    Stacking her cake up
    She grinds from Monday to Friday
    Works from Friday to Sunday
    Six inch heels, she walked in the club like nobody's business
    Goddamn, she murdered everybody and I was her witness
    She works for the money, she work for the money (Know just what to do)
    From the start to the finish (To make you love me)
    And she worth every dollar, she worth every dollar (Love me)
    And she worth every minute
    Now you know I'll make you feel
    You'll always come back to me
    Come back, come back
    Come back, come back
    Come back, come back

    Writer(s): Beyoncé, Abel Tesfaye, Danny Schofield, BOOTS, Ben Diehl, Terius Nash, Ahmad Balshe, David Portner, Noah Lennox, Brian Weitz & Burt Bacharach.

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