Private Dancer - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Kai Ca$h]

Dollar sign for the S how it's spelled, huh (Tank God)

These niggas be broke nowadays, don't got no hope

Done stood in the cold outside, but don't got no coats

And niggas can't play my games, don't got no coach

You think you gon' take my wave, you smokin' dope

I cannot lie, this a new vibe that I been on

She ask me why I been that guy since I was young

I told her they don't make it out where I come from

And then I went and put a toddler on her tongue

No questions how I got her right up out that suit

I felt like a dog trapped in, they let me loose

She wanna prove somethin', she gon' show and prove

I threw a few ones 'cause I carry loot, uh

I'm on the move, she back me down, I won't refuse

Oh, this is new, yeah, I been out the loop

Now I got her hittin' high notes, she need autotune

Oh, she come from France, huh? She scream, "Parlez-vous"

I walk in, my diamonds dance, yeah, different color blue

Saint Laurent my pants, yeah, and this pair is new

Wind might blow her hair now, I took off my roof

I got gifts like Santa, Christmas come in twos

She won't hit my mans now, she way too exclusive

She gon' praise this man, yeah, she scream hallelujah

I'm gon' make her dance wild, she might bust a move

She's a private dancer when she hits the room

I'm to the moon, yeah, yeah, I'm to the moon

I might change my whole state just for a view

I gotta win my routine, I can't lose

She part of the gang, but she bring in a few

I been the same, I can't change since a youth

See, I made her change, no clothes, she just nude

Might hop in a Range, Jeep Wrangler, or coupe

Don't love her, my hand up high, that's the truth