I walked up in that bitch with five tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds 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 mad shit You bad shit, makin' niggas spend his 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 exotic, open up, let me come inside it I'm invited, tell 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 nigga 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 they tax on it But it's not enough, she said you gon' have to give me more than one dollar shit You gon' have to give me more than five dollars shit You gon' have to give me more than ten dollars shit You gon' have to throw more than twenty dollars shit Said, you gon' have to give me more than fifty dollars shit Yeah, you gon' have to throw more than a hundred dollars shit Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' wallet shit 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 happen Versace on my neighbor, let's see y'all get to the socks 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 don't pay rest She be twerkin' the tunji, puttin' paychecks She type my name on her booty, no 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 Shake 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, bitch Do the money dance, tunji 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 Say 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 to empty out your fuckin' wallet Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' pocket I'mma need a stack I'mma need a stack I'mma, I'mma need a stack, yeah I'mma need- I'mma need a rack I'mma need a stack I'mma need a stack I'mma, I'mma, I'mma need a stack, yeah I'mma need a- I'mma, I'mma need a rack If I leave a paper trail, then I'mma need a tip drill Shakin' and turnin' lights down, bustin' for the light bill Diggity then, I'm lickin' all on that pussy, put it right there Only wanna fuck the black bitches with the nice hair Baby, bend it over, ass 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 a fuckin' up your guard, that coochie wallet I tear it up, 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 nigga 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 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, I'ma need a stack, yeah I'ma need a, I'ma, I'ma need a rack Oh, I'ma throw a bag in here, yeah By the time it hit the ground, better bring that ass over here Everything on the planks on me tonight Put that thang on me, I'm tryna see what that pussy like I'm just tryna pay a couple bills when she hit the stage I'ma leave more than a tip, let me grab it Let me smack it, don't care if it's real Pullin' on my pants, I'ma let you feel it Biggity bounce, biggity bounce, gone to the door She breakin' it down, breakin' it down, I can't get enough Spread out for me, showin' them cheeks I'm actin' like a fiend, been here for a week She give me the red light special 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 nigga know better 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'ma need a stack, I'ma need a stack I'ma need a stack, yeah I'ma need to, I'ma-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-I'ma need a rack