[Intro] Yeah, lights low, heels high, Night shift queen while the freaks roll by. Turn tricks, turn heads, workin' curbside charm, One honk, two bills, and I'm slidin' in your car. [Chorus] Rubby yo stubby, I do it for da money, Slobby yo knobby, this ain't a fuckin' hobby. Five minutes flat, no time for the chatter, Cash in my bra, that's all that really matters! Broke boys beggin', "Baby, do me for free?" Bitch, this kitty don't purr for charity. Gimme them Benjamins or walk out the door, No cash, no ass, no fuckin' encore. [Verse 1] I'm the curb-side special, two-for-one on Tuesdays, Lipstick smeared, wig crooked, still struttin’ sideways. Old man in a van with a coupon and a plan, Said, "Got Werther’s and a condom, can you handle this, ma'am?" I said, "Grandpa, slow down, you're gonna break a hip, For an extra twenty, you can slip in the tip." Pimp in the back seat countin' cash like it's lotto, While I'm dodgin' blue lights in fishnet bravado. Funny how they stutter when the meter starts tickin', "That's it?" Time's up, move along, lil chicken. No refunds, no cuddles, no sob story pitch, This ain’t Pretty Woman, pay the ugly tax, bitch. [Chorus] Rubby yo stubby, I do it for da money, Slobby yo knobby, this ain't a fuckin' hobby. Five minutes flat, no time for the chatter, Cash in my bra, that's all that really matters! Broke boys beggin', "Baby, do me for free?" Bitch, this kitty don't purr for charity. Gimme them Benjamins or walk out the door, No cash, no ass, no fuckin' encore. [Verse 2] Had a dude last night with a sock full of change, Thought he was ballin', nah, he fuckin' deranged. Tried to negotiate like we at the flea market, I said, "Sir, this ain't a yard sale, don't even start it." One guy brought roses and his wife on speakerphone, "Hi babe, working late," mute that shit before she hears you moan. But bills don't pay themselves with domestic drama, So I charged him extra for the emotional trauma. Fake moans, real laughs when they finish in ten, Then I'm scrollin' DoorDash with my newfound yen. Lo mein in my lap, fake lashes gone bad, Same damn night shift, just a different dirtbag. [Chorus] Rubby yo stubby, I do it for da money, Slobby yo knobby, this ain't a fuckin' hobby. Five minutes flat, no time for the chatter, Cash in my bra, that's all that really matters! Broke boys beggin', "Baby, do me for free?" Bitch, this kitty don't purr for charity. Gimme them Benjamins or walk out the door, No cash, no ass, no fuckin' encore. [Bridge] [Spoken/sung raunchy] Yeah, some nights it’s glamorous, Champagne in a plastic cup. Glitter on my cleavage, boys tryin’ their luck. Other nights it’s, “Ew, what the fuck is that smell?” “Sir, keep your shoes on, I don’t know you that well.” I’ve seen fake Rolexes, real bad choices, Grown men whisperin’ in baby voices. But hey, a girl’s gotta eat and pay for that bail, So swipe that card before the fantasy fails. [Instrumental Breakdown] [Sleazy bass groove, funky drums, dirty wah guitar, cheap motel sax, crowd whistles, cash-register cha-ching, strip-club energy] [Verse 3] From the Motel 6 to the back of the Waffle House, Syrup on my thigh, stain on my blouse. Politicians, preachers, even the town mayor, All gotta call my number when their wives ain’t there. I got a punch card, ten rides, one free, But only if you shower, don’t breathe on me. Laughin’ to the bank, huge wad of cash, One heel broke, still draggin’ that ass. Call me the queen of this designer shitshow, Half price Tuesday, full-on freak ho. If the cops roll by, I just smile and wave, Then I’m back on the curb, fifty shades of paid. [Chorus] Rubby yo stubby, I do it for da money, Slobby yo knobby, this ain't a fuckin' hobby. Five minutes flat, no time for the chatter, Cash in my bra, that's all that really matters! Broke boys beggin', "Baby, do me for free?" Bitch, this kitty don't purr for charity. Gimme them Benjamins or walk out the door, No cash, no ass, no fuckin' encore. [Outro] Rubby yo stubby, I do it for da money, Slobby yo knobby, this ain't a fuckin' hobby. Whole damn city know my name, ain't it funny? Heart made of gold, but I still take money. Gimme them Benjamins or walk out the door, No cash, no ass, no fuckin' encore. Lights low, heels high, still runnin’ this street, Pay up front, bitch, see you next week.
0/500