(This one's goin' out to the strip joints
Yo, meet me at Suzy's Rendez-vous
For every Go-Go Bar
I'ma send this one out to the gentlemen's clubs
Magic City, New York dogs, Rolex
I be seeing y'all up in there late at night
I understand when your girl is stressing you out
(Crazy girls) Know what I'm saying?
Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas
They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin'
Turn up my symphony, man.
Turn up my symphony!
Drop a beat!)
I抦 in paradise. Look at all these crystals what抯 up in scores? (uh-huh)
Yo straight up this the new anthem for anybody working hard tryin to make that
Money (giddyup giddyup giddyup), check it out, ya抣l.
Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your red shoes on, hon
We going to the disco
We gonna eeeelope to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with this strippah, yo
Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no
Bones in your body and you was made to be a celebrity
Twenty grand, know it's a sin, but before me you show
Me a little more skin it would fulfill my fantasy
Thirty grand, to the highest bidder but Chris Rock
Said, 'There's no s** in the champaigne room'
Forty grand, looked into her eyes, I saw tears falling
Down, type of tears that money couldn't buy
Excuse me, what is your name?
Uh, my name is Hope, yo
I was blessed with the body of the Goddesses
Have you any idea how hard this is?
I could flex in 25 positions
But I only work here to pay my tuition
Yo, tantalizing teaser
Give me what I need a
Mastercard or Visa
Lap dance fantasy
Picture us on an all white canopy
Wyclef extended his hand to me
Like Billy D. Said he's feelin me
Take me away from here, so far
Where they ride horses, no cars
No more stripping in bars
Me and you 'Clef, against the odds
(Yo a lot of y'all sitting with y'all girls
Fronting like the budweiser commercial
Talking bout, 'iiiiiii, I don't be going to the strip joints'
You lying man! You'd be surprised who you see up in there man.
I got one question for you liars, man)
Shot callers, What are you, a preacher?
You calling her a hooker? He without sin cast the first stone.
I met her on the subway, she gave me that vip card
And told me if I ever have problems,
Don't hesitate to come by, yeah, yeah, yeah
Call up my mama said I'm in love with this strippah yo!
(Yo baby, can I get another lap dance? I tell you I
Got nothing but funny money, man. New York Dogs.)
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