Lyricist : Bruno Mars/Andrew Watt/Jaylah Hickmon/Stefani Germanotta/Henry Walter/Dernst "D'Mile" Emile II/Jayda Love

Composer : Bruno Mars/Andrew Watt/Jaylah Hickmon/Stefani Germanotta/Henry Walter/Dernst "D'Mile" Emile II/Jayda Love

Work, I'm feeling fab

I'm feeling free, I feel exceptionally

Hate all you want but I'm dangerous

You gon' burn your tongue on this tea

Might show up late but might be in time

Just wait, I'm coming, kii-kii

This paparazzi routine, bitch, I came to be seen

Yes, serve a little sass

Yes, with a little side of ass

Yes, got the front row screaming, "Okay, okay"

Yes, do a little twirl

Yes, let 'em know I'm that girl

Yes, Monday through Sunday

I can turn the dancefloor into a runway

Turn it up, turn it up loud

Bitch

Monday through Sunday

I can turn the dancefloor into a runway

Turn it up, turn it up loud

Bitch

Monday through Sunday

I can turn the dancefloor into a runway

I can turn the dancefloor into a runway

Tell 'em, "Make room," my body is an entree

I could turn a mad hoe into a fan

Cameras flashing, lights go, **** it up

Click, click, click, click, everywhere I go

Get it, can't get me, facecard faux

Never gon' see me waiting at the door, no

Get out the way hoe

Yes, serve a little sass

Yes, with a little side of ass

Yes, got the front row screaming, "Okay, okay"

Yes, do a little twirl

Yes, let 'em know I'm that girl

Yes, Monday through Sunday

I can turn the dancefloor into a runway

Turn it up, turn it up loud

Bitch

Monday through Sunday

I can turn the dancefloor into a runway

Turn it up, turn it up loud

Bitch

Monday through Sunday

I can turn the dancefloor into a runway

Turn it up, turn it up loud

Bitch

Monday through Sunday

I can turn the dancefloor into a runway

Turn it up, turn it up loud

I can, I can, I can, I can turn the dancefloor into a runway

Pose

I ain't scared of no cameras

Born for the runway

Sashay, go gay

Pose

I ain't scared of no cameras

Born for the runway

Sashay, go gay

You were born for the runway

You were born for the runway

You were born for the runway

You were born for the runway

Born, born, way, way

Born, born

You were born for the runway

Monday through Sunday

I can turn the dancefloor into a runway