Текст песни
Ladies and Gents
You’re tuned to the sounds Fantine and Wyclef
Heads Music Baby
You hear them horns?
I hear them horns
Know what that means?
Know what that mean
Everybody dance now
Yeah
I’m back on my MPC
Miami Beach
I’m ‘93
Spring Break
Y’all know how I do
Her crew too live
Ask Uncle Luke
Yeah she the life of the party for the DJ
You call her too short
But she run the bay
Now where my ladies at?
Making them big bucks
Staying loaded like lux
My product is so physical
My body is my asset
My feelings are so hidden
Though my body isn’t
And when I’m strutting, winding
Glitter blinding
Struck by lighting, so exciting
Extra flirty, never dirty
When you come around
And I can take your
Credit card or rubber band money
It don’t matter to me
I could be your playboy bunny
(Alright now)
Credit card or rubber band money
It don’t matter to me
I could be your playboy bunny
Private dancer for money
I’m just trying to make a dollar today
‘Cause it’s hard in the city
Ain’t nobody giving nothing away
Wyclef: (I like the way you dance)
Private dancer for money
I’m just trying to make a dollar today
‘Cause it’s hard in the city
Ain’t nobody giving nothing away
You hear them horns?
I hear them horns
Know what that means?
Know what that mean
Everybody dance now
Welcome to my champagne room
It don’t rain, no, it monsoon
Keep your hands to yourself
You’re my favourite cause you pay well
And when I’m strutting, winding
Glitter blinding
Struck by lighting, so exciting
Extra flirty, never dirty
When you come around
And I can take your
Credit card or rubber band money
It don’t matter to me
I could be your playboy bunny
(Alright now)
Credit card or rubber band money
It don’t matter to me
I could be your playboy bunny
Private dancer for money
I’m just trying to make a dollar today
‘Cause it’s hard in the city
Ain’t nobody giving nothing away
Wyclef: (I like the way you dance)
Private dancer for money
I’m just trying to make a dollar today
‘Cause it’s hard in the city
Ain’t nobody giving nothing away
(Ladies hollar “what a day”)
Oh what a day, what a day
What a crazy day, what a day, what a day
Wyclef: (Miami Sound Machine Go!)
Go!
I like the way youre dancing.
Private dancer for money
I’m just trying to make a dollar today
(I’m trying to make a dollar,
I’m trying to make a dollar)
‘Cause it’s hard in the city
Ain’t nobody giving nothing away
(Nobody’s giving nothing away, no)
Private dancer for money
I’m just trying to make a dollar today
‘Cause it’s hard in the city
Ain’t nobody giving nothing away
(Nobody’s giving nothing away)
