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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wyclef Jean
Wyclef Jean
Performer
Ayesha
Ayesha
Performer
Papa Don
Papa Don
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wyclef Jean
Wyclef Jean
Composer
Shea Taylor
Shea Taylor
Composer
Jerry Duplessis
Jerry Duplessis
Composer
Darrell Patterson (Papa Don)
Darrell Patterson (Papa Don)
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wyclef Jean
Wyclef Jean
Producer
Shea Taylor
Shea Taylor
Producer
Jerry Duplessis
Jerry Duplessis
Producer
Serge Tsai
Serge Tsai
Recording Engineer
Kevin Myers
Kevin Myers
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

This is the life This is the life of a night walker Hey girl, the party's on the floor What you doin' in the back of the club smokin' bud? Hey girl, 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 There she goes again the [Incomprehensible] Ethiopian See her walkin' by, but I can't believe what happened She jumpin' in a car with a stranger she don't know Movin' 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 got to make my money" Hey girl, the party's on the floor What you doin' in the back of the club smokin' bud? Hey girl, 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 So hey girl, I can see it all in ya eye Everythin' you cry 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 And do anythin' just to survive When you make fun at me, I'm tryin' to stay alive Hey girl, the party's on the floor What you doin' in the back of the club smokin' bud? Hey girl, 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 This one goes out for Diamonds, China, Phoenix, Belinda Delicious, Star, Mercedes, peaches Vanilla, cocoa, cinnamon, icky Ebony, oh I can't forget India Ecstasy, sparkle, fantasia, Francis Sunshine, Vanessa, precious Haitian Madonna, you're so precious girl Don't let yourself go dirty Hey girl, the party's on the floor What you doin' in the back of the club smokin' bud? Hey girl, 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 Hey girl, the party's on the floor What you doin' in the back of the club smokin' bud? Hey girl, 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
Writer(s): Irving Burgie, William Attaway, Robert Shea Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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