Chris Brown - Private Dancer lyrics

[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 sh** 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 sh** 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