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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Stimme und Gesang
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Stimme und Gesang
Joyner Lucas
Joyner Lucas
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter:in
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter:in
Adam Feeney
Adam Feeney
Songwriter:in
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Songwriter:in
Kaan Gunesberk
Kaan Gunesberk
Songwriter:in
Omari Akinlolu
Omari Akinlolu
Songwriter:in
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter:in
Gary Lucas
Gary Lucas
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Produzent:in
Allen Ritter
Allen Ritter
Produzent:in
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Mischtechniker:in
Matthew Testa
Matthew Testa
Tontechniker:in für Gesangsaufnahmen
Brian Eisner
Brian Eisner
Tontechniker:in für Gesangsaufnahmen
Ashley Jackson
Ashley Jackson
Ingenieurassistent:in
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Produzent:in

歌詞

[Verse 1]
Whoa, whoa
[Verse 2]
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 ass
Yeah, you bad, yeah
Make a **** spend his cash, yeah
His last, yeah
You've 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 face does, a drink does
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 timin'
You look good, won't you throw it back on me?
You gon' make even a broke **** 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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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 need a rack
[Verse 5]
After you back it up, then stop
Wobbledy, wobbledy, drop, drop and make it hop
I'm in Versace, Armani, 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, now 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
[Verse 6]
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 out your fuckin' wallet (Yeah)
Yeah, you gon' have to empty out your fuckin' pocket
[Verse 7]
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 need a rack
[Verse 8]
If I leave a paper trail, then I'ma need a tip drill
Shakin' it, turn the lights down
Bust it 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 "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 **** 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
[Verse 9]
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
[Verse 10]
I'ma need a stack
I'ma need a stack (Wo-wobbledy-wo-)
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
[Verse 11]
Oh, I'ma throw a bag in the air
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 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, 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 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 ****, know better
[Verse 12]
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
[Verse 13]
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-I-I'ma need a rack
I-I'ma need a stack
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
Written by: Adam Feeney, Allen Ritter, Byron Thomas, Chris Brown, Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., Gary Lucas, Joyner Lucas, Kaan Gunesberk, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Omari Akinlolu, Terius Gray
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