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Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa I walked up in that bitch with five, tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids on me (Woo, woo) I don't usually do this I ain’t really with the stuntin', homie (Yeah) But I gotta do it 'cause tonight she 'bout to bust it on me She gon' get to touchin' on me (Woo, woo) I put all my money on it 'Cause you know you workin' with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last, yeah You've been killin' it since last year Since last Summer, had these bitches gettin' mad, yeah (Hey) 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 face does, a drink does Saw you movin' from the waist up, I don't take drugs Baby, what you call it? (Woo) What you hidin' skeletons, all up in your closet? (Woo) You exotic, open up, let me come inside it (Woo) I'm invited, tell them bitches I'm a sexaholic (Woo) I'm excited, perfect timin' Letras de cancionesYou look good, won't you throw it back on me You gon' make even broke nigga put his last on it You gon' make him 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 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 hunnid 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 (Wobbity, wobbity) I'ma, I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity) I'ma, I'ma need a stack Yeah, I'ma need a⁠— I-I-I'ma need a rack (Wobbity, wobbity) I-I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity) I-I'ma need a stack I'ma, I'ma, I'ma need a stack Yeah, I'ma need a— I-I-I'ma need a rack After you back it up then stop Wobbity, wobbity, drop, drop and make it hop I'm in Versace on my knee, Balenciaga to the socks And I'm on the molly, I'm throwin' thousands like rocks Ooh, say less, my lil' babe blessed She just bought a new booty, she on bed rest She be twerkin' to Tunechi, for them paychecks She tat' my name on her booty, 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 Saks, 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 blunt in hand louder than a southern band You gon' need a stack, bitch, do the money dance Tunechi She said, "You gon' have to give me more than one dollar (Mula) You gon' have to give me more than five dollars (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You gon' have to give me more than ten dollars You gon' have to throw more than twenty dollars (Yeah) Said, "You gon' have to give me more than fifty dollars (Yeah) Yeah, you gon' have to throw more than a hunnid dollars (Yeah) Yeah, you gon' have to empty up your fuckin' wallet (Yeah) Yeah, you gon' have to empty up your fuckin' pocket" I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity) I'ma, I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity) I'ma, I'ma need a stack Yeah, I'ma need a⁠— I-I-I'ma need a rack (Wobbity, wobbity) I-I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity) I-I'ma need a stack I'ma, I'ma, I'ma need a stack Yeah, I'ma need a— I-I-I'ma need a rack I'll leave a paper trail, then I'ma need a tip drill Shakin' it, turn the lights down Bust if for the light bill Diggin' it 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 Sprinkler fuckin' up your guard, that coochie water I tear it up, she call me daddy, 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 (Huh) 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 'em in my mouth Then I hit the dash on 'em 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 hunnid 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 (Wobbity, wobbity) I'ma, I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity) I'ma, I'ma need a stack Yeah, I'ma need a⁠— I-I-I'ma need a rack (Wobbity, wobbity) I-I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity) I-I'ma need a stack I'ma, I'ma, I'ma need a stack Yeah, I'ma need a— I-I-I'ma need a rack Oh, I'ma throw a bag in the air, yeah, yeah By the time it hit the ground, better bring that ass over here Everything, all the drinks on me tonight Put that thing 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 you more than a tip (Oh-oh) 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, gon' toot it up She breakin' it down, breakin' it down, I can't get enough Spread 'em for me, showin' them cheeks I'm actin' like a fiend, been here for a week She give me the red lights special You can lie to me, baby, tell me that I'm special Just keep steppin' on that 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 one dollar (Know better) You gon' have to give me more than five dollars (Know better) You gon' have to give me more than ten dollars (Rich nigga know—) You gon' have to throw more than twenty dollars (Rich nigga know better) Said, "You gon' have to give me more than fifty dollars (Know better) Yeah, you gon' have to throw more than a hunnid dollars (Know better) Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' wallet (Rich nigga know—) Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' pocket" (Rich nigga know better) I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity) I'ma, I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity) I'ma, I'ma need a stack Yeah, I'ma need a⁠— I-I-I'ma need a rack (Wobbity, wobbity) I-I'ma need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity) I-I'ma need a stack I'ma, I'ma, I'ma need a stack Yeah, I'ma need a— I-I-I'ma need a rack From Letras Mania