Perfect Gentleman (feat. Hope)

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'm in paradise Look at all these crystals What's up in scores? Yo, straight up this the new anthem for anybody Working hard tryin' to make that Money, check it out, y'all (Giddyup giddyup giddyup) 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 elope to Mexico 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 if only 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 sex In the champaigne room" Forty grand, looked into her eyes I saw tears falling down Type of tears that money couldn't buy 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 elope to Mexico Called up my mama Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo" 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 elope to Mexico Called up my mama Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo" 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 Table-top pleaser 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 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 elope to Mexico Called up my mama Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo" 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 elope to Mexico Called up my mama Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo" Yo a lot of y'all sitting with y'all girls Fronting like the Budweiser commercial Talking 'bout, I-I-I, 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 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 elope to Mexico Called up my mama Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo" 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 elope to Mexico Called up my mama Said, "I'm in love with this strippah, yo" 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