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Gettin' Money

Gettin' Money

Chris Brown

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K.E. on the Track Okay, I walked inside the club with my golds on (Golds on) These bitches in my V.I.P., you know what goes on (Goes on) You got me 'bout to take my shirt off, she rollin' tryna party She said she wanted a threesome, and then I meet her girl named Molly I said, "Oh no, whoa whoa, damn damn, oh oh" Her jaw locked, when my balls dropped then she really started to chow down Her head game is the meanest, it make me a paraplegic That pill kicked in like 30 minutes, she start havin' a seizure So what nigga, you gotta attitude, fuck you and your demeanor I'm partyin' to death, I make a mess, you gotta clean up Oh my bad 'cause I'm actin' like a peanut All you see at the top in V.I.P. is these nuts I'm gettin' money, what's a stack? You see me gettin' money, what's a stack? Been gettin' money, what's a stack? Let me show you how a real nigga throw these racks (Racks) Throw these racks (Racks) Real nigga throw these racks (Racks) Throw these racks (Hahaha) Real nigga throw these racks Okay, I'm outside, niggas hatin', they tried to key my car They done fucked 'round, made me mad, I'm about to buy the bar Order more shots, more liquor, more hoes, no niggas Sneak all 'em in the back door, they packed on pack, they rollin' with us Damn, my chain might glitter, this boy be from Virginia And she tell your ass to stop but she don't say that when I'm in her Ha ha 'cause I-hi, I kick that shit, my ninja My Cartier is winter, your shawty is my dinner I met a bad bitch at the Starbucks Straight to the telly, that's a star fuck Tens, fifties and them hunnids I ain't talkin' numbers, bitch, I'm talkin' money I'm gettin' money, what's a stack? You see me gettin' money, what's a stack? Been gettin' money, what's a stack? Let me show you how a real nigga throw these racks (Racks) Throw these racks (Racks) Real nigga throw these racks (Racks) Throw these racks (Ha ha, yeah) Real nigga throw these racks Look, let me stop the talkin', gon' and pop that shit for daddy A nigga got his money up, you know I gotta live it up and all my money stacked in my attic A little belligerent, I'm crazy, <i>[*cough*]</i>, I'm coughin' like an asthmatic And niggas claimin' they bad but bitch nigga, you know I'm the baddest Shake it, shake it, shake it in my face Give a damn about your name but I care about your waist, ha Naked, naked, girl, I want your birthday cake Fuck you talkin' 'bout celibate, we gon' celebrate I'm gettin' money, what's a stack? You see me gettin' money, what's a stack? Been gettin' money, what's a stack? Let me show you how a real nigga throw these racks (Racks) Throw these racks (Racks) Real nigga throw these racks (Racks) Throw these racks (Racks) Real nigga throw these racks

Gettin' Money

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