[Intro: Joyner Lucas]
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Woah, woah
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Woah, woah
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Woah, woah
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Woah, woah
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Woah, woah
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[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
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I walked up in that bitch with five, tens (Woo), twenties, fifties, hunnids on me (Woo)
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I dont usually do this
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I aint really (Yeah) with the stuntin, homie (Yeah)
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But I gotta do it cause tonight (Oh), she bout to bust it on me (Oh)
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She gon get to touchin on me (Oh, oh)
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I put all my money on it (Woo-woo)
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‘Cause you know you workin with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah
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Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last, yeah
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Youve been killin it since last year
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Since last summer, had these bitches gettin mad, yeah (Hey)
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Aint that somethin?
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I dont usually hit the shake club or drink much
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But today I got my pay stubs, Im laced up
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Let me show you what the face does, a drink does
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Saw you movin from the waist up, I dont take drugs
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Baby, what you call it? (Woo)
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What you hidin? Skeletons all up in your closet? (Woo)
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You exotic, open up, let me come inside it (Woo)
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Im invited, tell them bitches Im a sexaholic (Woo, yeah)
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Im excited, perfect timin
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You look good, wont you throw it back on me?
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You gon make even a broke nigga put his last on it
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You gon make him spend the dough, he dont even have money
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When you take off all your clothes, they gon put they tax on it
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But its not enough
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[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
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She said, “You gon have to give me more than one dollar
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You gon have to give me more than five dollars
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You gon have to give me more than ten dollars
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You gon have to throw more than twenty dollars”
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Said, “You gon have to give me more than fifty dollars
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Yeah, you gon have to throw more than a hunnid dollars
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Yeah, you gon have to empty out your fuckin wallet
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Yeah, you gon have to empty out your fuckin pocket”
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[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
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Ima need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
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Ima, Ima need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
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Ima, Ima need a stack
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Yeah, Ima need a—
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I-I-Ima need a rack (Wobbity, wobbity)
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I-Ima need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
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I-Ima need a stack
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Ima, Ima, Ima need a stack
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Yeah, Ima need a—
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I-I-Ima need a rack
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[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
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After you back it up, then stop
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Wobbity, wobbity, drop, drop and make it hop
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Im in Versace, Armani, Balenciaga to the socks
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And Im on the molly, Im throwin thousands like rocks
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Ooh, say less, my lil babe blessed
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She just bought a new booty, she on bed rest
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She be twerkin to Tunechi for them paychecks
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She tat my name on her booty, know her face next
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Im throwin up the racks like some quarterbacks
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Ooh, what a catch, that dont come with tax
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Now you up in Saks with a bunch of bags
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Shake that fuckin ass for a budget plan
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I throw a bunch of cash
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I get so bored, I start throwin money underhand
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I need another hand
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I got a blunt in hand, louder than a southern band
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You gon need a stack, bitch, do the money dance
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Tunechi
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[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown, Lil Wayne]
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She said, “You gon have to give me more than one dollar (Mula)
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You gon have to give me more than five dollars (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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You gon have to give me more than ten dollars
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You gon have to throw more than twenty dollars” (Yeah)
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Said, “You gon have to give me more than fifty dollars (Yeah)
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Yeah, you gon have to throw more than a hunnid dollars (Yeah)
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Yeah, you gon have to empty out your fuckin wallet (Yeah)
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Yeah, you gon have to empty out your fuckin pocket”
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[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
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Ima need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
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Ima, Ima need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
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Ima, Ima need a stack
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Yeah, Ima need a—
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I-I-Ima need a rack (Wobbity, wobbity)
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I-Ima need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
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I-Ima need a stack
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Ima, Ima, Ima need a stack
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Yeah, Ima need a—
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I-I-Ima need a rack
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[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
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If I leave a paper trail, then Ima need a tip drill
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Shakin it, turn the lights down
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Bust it for the light bill
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Diggin it, then Im lickin all on that pussy, put it right there
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Only wanna fuck the Black bitches with the nice hair
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Baby, bend it over, ass up, take the mask off
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Dont ask me if Im throwin cash up, Im spendin that part
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Black Card, play your part, now go retarded
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That booty stupid, think you smart, I fuck regardless
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Sprinkler fuckin up your guard, that coochie water
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I tear it up, she call me daddy, Im not her father
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Ask her where she from? She said, “New Orleans,” its a mic check
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Dont try to kiss after you swallow, I dont like that (Huh)
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But you look good when you throw it back on me
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You gon make even a broke nigga spend a bag on it
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You gon make me come alone like I dont even have homies
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When you pull them titties out, put em in my mouth
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Then I hit the dash on em
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[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas]
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She said, “You gon have to give me more than one dollar
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You gon have to give me more than five dollars
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You gon have to give me more than ten dollars
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You gon have to throw more than twenty dollars”
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Said, “You gon have to give me more than fifty dollars
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Yeah, you gon have to throw more than a hunnid dollars
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Yeah, you gon have to empty out your fuckin wallet
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Yeah, you gon have to empty out your fuckin pocket”
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[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
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Ima need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
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Ima, Ima need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
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Ima, Ima need a stack
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Yeah, Ima need a—
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I-I-Ima need a rack (Wobbity, wobbity)
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I-Ima need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
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I-Ima need a stack
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Ima, Ima, Ima need a stack
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Yeah, Ima need a—
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I-I-Ima need a rack
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[Verse 4: Chris Brown]
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Oh, Ima throw a bag in the air
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By the time it hit the ground, better bring that ass over here
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Everything, all the drinks on me tonight
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Put that thing on me, Im tryna see what that pussy like
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Im just tryna pay a couple bills (Yeah)
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When she hit the stage, Ima leave more than a tip (Oh-oh)
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Let me grab it, let me smack it, dont care if its real
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Pullin on my pants, Ima let you feel it
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Biggity bounce, biggity bounce, gon toot it up
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She breakin it down, breakin it down, I cant get enough
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Spread em for me, showin them cheeks
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Im actin like a fiend, been here for a week
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She give me the red light special
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You can lie to me, baby, tell me that Im special
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Just keep steppin on the money like they rose petals
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Im not a trick, just a rich nigga, know better
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[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
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She said, “You gon have to give me more than one dollar (Know better)
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You gon have to give me more than five dollars (Know better)
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You gon have to give me more than ten dollars (Rich nigga know—)
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You gon have to throw more than twenty dollars” (Rich nigga know better)
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Said, “You gon have to give me more than fifty dollars (Know better)
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Yeah, you gon have to throw more than a hunnid dollars (Know better)
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Yeah, you gon have to empty out your fuckin wallet (Rich nigga know—)
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Yeah, you gon have to empty out your fuckin pocket” (Rich nigga know better)
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[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
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Ima need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
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Ima, Ima need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
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Ima, Ima need a stack
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Yeah, Ima need a—
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I-I-Ima need a rack (Wobbity, wobbity)
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I-Ima need a stack (Wobbity, wobbity)
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I-Ima need a stack
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Ima, Ima, Ima need a stack
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Yeah, Ima need a—
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I-I-Ima need a rack
