“ Private Dancer “
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Yeah I would like this dance little mama
I thought you’d never ask, I got a lotta cash
Especially enough for ya, yeah
’cause you’re the hottest thing up in this club
I can tell when you hit the stage, baby you gettin’ paid
You’re booty is a money magnet,
You… lookin’ like Jessica Rabbit,
Puttin’ these… other chicks in they casket, yeah
[Bridge:]
Here go a G stack, come sit on my lap
Now lemme tell you what I’m here for
Makin’ you fill this position
And baby girl you fit the description yeah
[Chorus:]
Private dancer, my private dancer
Said you gon’ be my private dancer
Just pack your things up ’cause your coming home wit me
My private dancer, my private dancer
You gon’ be my private dancer
Just pack your things up ’cause your coming home wit me
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
I can quadruple what you’re makin’
I’ll make your job description so clear
You ain’t gotta worry ’bout your boss, I already paid him off my dear
See I got a mansion in a Hampton’s in a club and a back bar tender
Dinner and a chef, what else do you really need
Its your show, where anything goes
You ain’t gotta worry , you can lose control
[Bridge:]
Here go a G stack, come sit on my lap
Now lemme tell you what I’m here for
Makin’ you fill this position
And baby girl you fit the description yeah
[Chorus:]
Private dancer, my private dancer
Said you gon’ be my private dancer
Just pack your things up ’cause your coming home wit me
My private dancer, my private dancer
You gon’ be my private dancer
Just pack your things up ’cause your coming home wit me
[Kevin McCall:]
JMAC
I – I – I be, I be in the strip club wit my hands up
Trickin’ like I’m flippin’ I be spinnin’ all my ends up
Even if I never leave my seat she make me stand up
See, that’s why I could never move to Atlanta
All about her bucks you would think she came from Tampa
She stay on that new shit no wonder why she pamper
Get it, she gon’ she gon’ let me hit it
I can’t wait til we alone ’cause I want your full attention
We can take this to my crib gotta stripper pole up in it
G-G-Girl you know I love it when you pop that shit for pimpin’
(Ha), my private dancer (Yeah), you the realest
Imma call ya franchise (Why), ’cause you could get the business
[Chorus:]
Private dancer, my private dancer
Said you gon’ be my private dancer
Just pack your things up ’cause your coming home wit me
My private dancer, my private dancer
You gon’ be my private dancer
Just pack your things up ’cause your coming home wit me