(Intro:)
This is the life,
This is the life,
This is the life of a nightwalker.
(Chorus:)
Hey girl,
The party’s on the floor
what you doing in the back of the club smokin’ bud?
She said, “I owe my pimp money,
if I don’t pay him tonight,
then it’s gonna get ugly.”
Hey girl,
She said, “There is no excuse,
this is the life of a prostitute.”
From the club to your ride,
straight to the telly,
to make money, money.
Make money, money, money.
(Verse 2:)
There she goes again the ____ this ethiopian.
See her walking by, but I can’t believe what happened.
She jumped on in with a stranger she don’t know.
Moving at night time, whatever it takes to get the dough.
Hey girl,
I hope you listen to this song.
I know you feel like your daddy did you wrong.
But only you can boot your destiny.
She said, “Thanks for the advice,
but I’ve got to make my money.”
(Chorus:)
Hey girl,
The party’s on the floor
what you doing in the back of the club smokin’ bud?
She said, “I owe my pimp money,
if I don’t pay him tonight,
then it’s gonna get ugly.”
Hey girl,
She said, “There is no excuse,
this is the life of a prostitute.”
From the club to your ride,
straight to the telly,
to make money, money.
Make money, money, money.
(verse 2)
Hey girl, I can see it all in ya,
everthing is wholesome
in your life.
How many men you done let between your thighs?
Listen ma, there ain’t no surprise.
You’re a street walker, slick talker.
The face of an hour, the terrible night.
You’ll anything just to survive.
When you make fun at me, I’m trying to stay alive.
(Chorus:)
Hey girl,
The party’s on the floor
what you doing in the back of the club smokin’ bud?
She said, “I owe my pimp money,
if I don’t pay him tonight,
then it’s gonna get ugly.”
Hey girl,
She said, “There is no excuse,
this is the life of a prostitute.”
From the club to your ride,
straight to the telly,
to make money, money.
Make money, money, money.
(exit)
This one goes out for
diamonds, china, phoenix, belinda
delicious, star, mercedes, peaches
vanilla, cocoa, cinnamon, icky,
ebony, oh I can’t forget india.
Exstacy, sparkle, fantasia, francis,
sunshine, vanessa, precious.
Haitian Madonna, you’re so precious girl,
don’t let yourself go dirty.
(chorus x2)
Hey girl,
The party’s on the floor
what you doing in the back of the club smokin’ bud?
She said, “I owe my pimp money,
if I don’t pay him tonight,
then it’s gonna get ugly.”
Hey girl,
She said, “There is no excuse,
this is the life of a prostitute.”
From the club to your ride,
straight to the telly,
to make money, money.
Make money, money, money.
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