I walked up in that bitch with five tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids on me I don't usually do this, I ain't really with the stuntin' homie But I gotta do it, cause tonight she bout to bust it on me She gon' get to touchin' on me, I put all my money on it Cause you know you workin' with some bad shit You bad shit, makin' shit, spendin' cash shit Cause last year, you been killin' it since last year Since last summer, had these bitches gettin' mad, yeah Ain't that somethin', I don't usually hit the shade club Or drink much, but today I got my pay stubs I'm laced up, let me show you what the space does Or drink us, see you movin' from the waist up I don't take drugs, baby, what you call it? What you hidin'? Skeletons all up in your closet You excited, open up, let me come inside it I'm invited, try them bitches, I'm a sexaholic I'm excited, perfect timing, you look good Once you throw it back on me You gon' make even the broke, put his last on it You gon' make us spend the dough, he don't even have money When you take off all your clothes, they gon' put their tax on it But it's not enough, she said you gon' have to pay me She said you gon' have to give me more than $1 You gon' have to give me more than $5 You gon' have to give me more than $10 You gon' have to throw more than $20 Say you gon' have to give me more than $50 Yeah, you gon' have to throw more than $100 Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' wallet Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' pocket I'ma need a stack, I'ma need a stack I'ma, I'ma need a stack, yeah I'ma need a, I'ma need a rack I'ma need a stack, I'ma need a stack I'ma, I'ma need a stack, yeah I'ma need a, I'ma need a rack After you back it up in style Wobbity, wobbity, drop, drop and make it hot I'm in Versace, I'm money, Balenciaga to the side And I'm on the molly, I'm throwin' thousands like rocks Who say less? My lil' bae blessed She just bought a new booty, she on bearest She be twerkin' to Tunchi for them paychecks She tag my name on her booty, you know her face next I'm throwin' up the racks, like some quarterbacks Ooh, what a catch, that don't come with tax Now you up in sacks, with a bunch of bags Check that fuckin' ass for a budget plan I throw a bunch of cash, I get so bored I start throwin' money underhand I need another hand, I got a blindin' hand Louder than a southern band You gon' need a stack, do the money dance Tunchi She said you gon' have to give me more than $1 You gon' have to give me more than $5 You gon' have to give more than $10 You gon' have to throw more than $20 Said you gon' have to give me more than $50 Yeah, you gon' have to throw more than $100 Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' wallet Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' pocket I'ma need a stack I'ma need a stack I'ma, I'ma need a stack, yeah I'ma need a, I'ma need a rack I'ma need a stack I'ma need a stack I'ma, I'ma need a stack I'ma, I'ma need a stack, yeah I'ma need a, I'ma need a rack If I leave a paper trail, then I'ma need a tip drill Shakin' and turnin' lights down, bustin' for the light bill Diggity then, I'm niggin' all on that bitch, put it right there Only wanna fuck the black bitches with the nice hair Baby, bend it over, arrow, what's up, take the mask off Don't ask me if I'm throwin' cash up I'm spendin' that part, black card, play your part Now go retarded, that booty stupid, think you smart I fuck regardless, sprinkle up, pickin' up your guard That Gucci wallet, I tear it if she call me dad I'm not her father, ask her where she from She said, New Orleans, it's a mic check Don't try to kiss after you swallow, I don't like that But you look good when you throw it back on me You gon' make even a broke bitch spend a bag on it You gon' make me come alone like I don't even have homies When you pull them titties out, put them in my mouth Then I hit the dash on it She said, you gon' have to give me more than one dollar You gon' have to give me more than five dollars You gon' have to give me more than ten dollars You gon' have to throw more than twenty dollars Said, you gon' have to give me more than fifty dollars Yeah, you gon' have to throw more than a hundred dollars Yeah, you gon' have the empty out your fuckin' wallet Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' pocket Oh, I'ma throw a bag in here, yeah By the time it hit the ground, better bring that ass over here Everything, all the drinks on me tonight Put that thang on me, I'm tryna see what that booty like I'm just tryna pay a couple bills When she hit the stage I'ma leave more than a tip Let me grab, let me smack Don't care if it's real Pullin' on my pants, I'ma let you feel Biggity bounce, biggity bounce Go on, two it up She breakin' it down, breakin' it down I can feel it now Spread it out for me, showin' them cheeks I'm actin' like a fiend, been here for a week She give me the red light, stretch yo You can lie to me, baby, tell me that I'm special Just keep steppin' on the money like they rose petals I'm not a trick, just a rich nobad She said, you gon' have to give me more than $1 You gon' have to give me more than $5 You gon' have to give me more than $10 You gon' have to throw more than $20 Said, you gon' have to give me more than $50 Yeah, you gon' have to throw more than $100 Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' wallet Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' pocket I'm-a need a stack I'm-a need a stack I'm-a need a rack I'm-a need a stack I'm-a need a stack I'm-a need a rack