Yeah, I would like this dance, little mama
I thought you’d never ask, I got lot of cash
Especially more for ya, yeah
‘Cause you the hottest thing up in this club
I can tell when you hit the stage, baby, you gettin’ paid
Your booty is like a money magnet
You lookin’ like Jessica Rabbit
Puttin’ these other chicks in the casket, yeah
Here go a G stack, come sit on my lap
Now let me tell you what I’m here for (Ooh)
I’m looking to fill this position (Ooh)
And baby girl (Ooh), you fit the description, yeah
Private dancer, my private dancer
Said you gon’ be my private dancer
Just pack your things up
‘Cause you coming home with me tonight
My private dancer, my private dancer
You gon’ be my private dancer
Just pack your things up
‘Cause you coming home with me tonight
I can quadruple what you making
I’ll make your job description so clear
You ain’t got to worry ’bout your boss
I already paid him off, my dear
See I got a mansion in the Hamptons
And a club in the back, bartender and a chef
What else do you really need?
It’s your show but anything goes
You ain’t gotta worry, you can lose control
Here go a G stack, come sit on my lap (Ooh)
Now let me tell you what I’m here for (Ooh)
I’m looking to fill this position (Ooh, yeah)
And baby girl (Ooh), you fit the description, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Private dancer (Yeah), my private dancer (Yeah)
Said you gon’ be my private dancer (Oh)
Just pack your things up
‘Cause you coming home with me tonight (Oh)
My private dancer (Dancer), my private dancer (Yeah)
You gon’ be my private dancer (Dancer)
Just pack your things up
‘Cause you coming home with me tonight
(K-Mac)
I-I-I be, I be in the strip club with my hands up (Up)
Trickin’ like I’m flippin’, I be spendin’ all my ends up (Up)
Even if I never leave my seat, she make me stand up
See that’s why I could never move to Atlanta
A-A-All about her butt, you would think she came from Tampa
She stay on that new shit, no wonder why she payin’ for it (Hahaha)
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, got a stripper pole up in it (Private dancer)
G-G-Girl, you know I love it when you pop that shit for pimpin’
My private dancer (Yeah), you the realest
I’ma call you franchise (Why?) ’cause you can get the business (Ayy)
Private dancer, my private dancer
(I mean, all these broke niggas complainin’ ’bout trickin’)
Said you gon’ be my private dancer
(But we got it, huh)
Just pack your things up
(I’m tryna give it to you)
‘Cause you coming home with me tonight
(So shake it for me)
My private dancer, my private dancer
(So shake it for me, damn)
You gon’ be my private dancer
(Who thought you how to do that?)
Just pack your things up
(Know you ain’t get that from your momma)
‘Cause you coming home with me tonight
Ow! Ha
Hahaha
Exploring the World of “Private Dancer”
Chris Brown’s “Private Dancer” immerses listeners in the vibrant nightlife of the club scene, spotlighting a narrative of desire, luxury, and admiration. The lyrics paint a picture of a confident protagonist captivated by a dancer’s allure and independence. Brown delivers his signature blend of smooth vocals and playful bravado, framing the dancer as both an object of affection and a partner in escapism. The repeated invitation for the dancer to leave with him and the references to wealth and exclusivity underscore themes of seduction and empowerment. The song’s lively verses, especially the guest feature, inject humor and charisma, making the narrative as entertaining as it is provocative.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown
- Songwriters: Chris Brown, Kevin McCall
- Release Year: 2010