Make that Money

by Caramel Swirl (stage name)
(Jersey City)

Monday-Friday I wear no clothes
All i know is the pole
Make it clap..
Yelled in my ear
Spread them legs
Yelled by broke nig-as drinking beer

I wish for a better life
But that don't pay the bills
Twerking for some change
Is the life i live

I close my eyes as i hold onto the pole
So i can't see those strangers all lined in a row
Looking at my temple, enjoying the show
Making that money by all means is all i know

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