[Chorus: Chris Brown, Famous Fresh]
She workin' that pole
She's so unbelievable (Unbelievable), believable, oh-oh (Woo, haha, Fresh!)
She outta control, up and down
Unbelievable (Unbelievable), believable, oh-oh
She be workin' that body (Damn)
I'ma leave broke (Leave broke, I'ma leave broke), leave broke (Leave broke, I am)
Throwin' ones, fives, tens, twenties, hunnids (Oh-oh)
I'ma leave broke (Yeah, leave broke), leave broke (Leave broke)

[Verse 1: Famous Fresh]
Ooh, baby got a booty like a onion (Good Lord)
In Secret Sunday, poppin' bottles, throwin' money
Lame n***as in the corner, broke, ballin' on a budget (Ah)
Baby droppin' from the cellin', bust it open for a hunnid, you bad (Racks)
Lookin' like you came out a pageant
All that ass like you made by Stallion
Got all this cash like a n***a was Italian
My car go fast, let me take you to my palace (Skrrt)
Her body marked up with ink (Woo)
Brown skin with a weave
She a dope girl in the streets, freak in the sheets
Somethin' sweet to eat (Mwah), sadity
Shoes by Fendi, fine like Kimmy
When she move, got a n***a hypnotized, no Biggie
She only fuck with bad boys like Diddy
So you wanna ride with me, top down through the city (Haha)
Cuban links and gold Rollies
Birkin bags filled with dead homies
Damn, this my type
But shawty, back that ass up for me, woadie
Workin' her body like she a pro
Twerkin' slow, touchin' her toes
Up and down on that pole
Got me throwin' bread 'til I go broke, woah, woah, woah, woah
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Famous Fresh]
She workin' that pole
She's so unbelievable (Ha, yeah, unbelievable), believable, oh-oh
She outta control, up and down
Unbelievable (Unbelievable), believable, oh-oh
She be workin' that body (Damn)
I'ma leave broke (Leave broke, I'ma leave broke), leave broke (Leave broke, I am)
Throwin' ones, fives, tens, twenties, hunnids (Oh-oh)
I'ma leave broke (Yeah, leave broke), leave broke (Leave broke, ha)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Girl, come and vibe with a rich n***a
I'm rockin' skinny jeans like it make my dick bigger
I pay a hunnid for that ass, I'm a sick n***a
I'm pourin' up the codeine, I don't sip liquor
Man, these fuck n***as ballin' on a budget
Bitches know that I been ballin' and I love it
Marshawn Lynch, I'm smokin' skittles in a bucket
Fruit Town with me, come and go two rounds with me
You know a fade is nothin'
I got a bitch with a body, call her bass and percussion
With my hands throwin' bands, she gon' stand for nothin'
You cuffin', you probably workin' with the man or somethin'
I'm African bandstand, how my n***as is drummin'
And you n***as wanna be like
Smokin' weed and flyin' on a G5
Bust a gun for my n***as from the Eastside
N***a sling gold records like bean pies
I love them long nights when you up on the stripper pole
You know all my lil' n***as is trained to go
Dark Knight Lamborghini, repaint it gold
In the Wraith and it feel like a rodeo, oh
I'm throwin' hunnids and givin' 'em babies, yeah
And if you drink what I drink, you think that I'm crazy
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Famous Fresh]
'Cause she workin' that pole
She's so unbelievable (She, she, she, unbelievable), believable, oh-oh
She outta control, up and down
Unbelievable (Unbelievable), believable, oh-oh
She be workin' that body (Damn)
I'ma leave broke (Leave broke, I'ma leave broke), leave broke (Leave broke, I am)
Throwin' ones, fives, tens, twenties, hunnids (Oh-oh)
I'ma leave broke (Leave broke), leave broke (Leave broke)

[Outro: Famous Fresh]
Haha, Fresh