Are you working, baby?
Are you working tonight?
'Cause I got a brand new bag, oh yeah
I just touched down in Miami, babe
Make it rain on your stage any given Sunday
The baddest bitch that's in the mirror
Wants to love somebody, start a riot
And we just talked for months
I'll buy her what she want, I'll splurge and spoil all the fun
I'm throwing a paper tantrum at the club (are you working tonight?)
Make it rain on your stage any given Sunday
This shit is presidential, got you stimulated (ooh)
To you, I'm more than famous (ooh, ooh)
Call me daddy
In front of all your bitches in the lobby
I'll let you come back to the room and smoke as much as you decide
Like it's presidential (ooh, whoa)
Like it's my house (ooh, whoa)
Like it's my crib
No skill, we talking 'bout practice (ooh)
No flame, I'm blowing out matches (ooh)
Mustang, it come with no handles
She in love, I wonder what happened
Are you working, baby?
Are you working tonight?
'Cause I got a brand new bag, oh yeah
I just touched down in Miami, babe (are you working tonight?)
Make it rain on your stage any given Sunday
Yeah
Fourth time back this week, I'm tweaking
Got a bag for a walkthrough last weekend, I
Shouldn't be here, but I'm deep in now
This T-Pain song got me thinking now
Just be careful, singing my song looking dead in my eyes like that
Too early to be catching a vibe like that (sheesh)
These Suburban trucks, we arrive like that
You ain't seen this much in the sky like that
Might blow one blessing or two (two)
But I just got one question for you
Are you working, baby?
Are you working tonight?
'Cause I got a brand new bag, oh yeah (oh yeah)
I just touched down in Miami, babe (are you working tonight?)
Make it rain on your stage any given Sunday
Are you working tonight?
Are you working, working tonight?
Bae, brand new bag, yeah, baby, uh