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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
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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 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 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 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' You 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 I'ma, 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 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 a 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 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 up your fuckin' wallet Yeah, you gon' have to empty up your fuckin' pocket" 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'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 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 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 I'ma, 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 Oh, I'ma throw a bag in the air By the time it hit the ground Better bring that ass over here Everythin', all the drinks, on me tonight Put that thing on me I'm tryna see what that pussy like (I'm jus' tryna back up a bit) When she hit the stage I'ma leave more than a tip (oh) Let me grab it Let me smack it Don't care if it's real Pullin' on ma pants I'ma let ya' feel it Biggity bounce, biggity bounce Down to it all 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 Jus' keep steppin' on the money Like they rose petals I'm not a trick Jus' a rich nigga know better 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 I'ma, 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
Writer(s): Kaan Gunesberk, Allen Ritter, Joyner Lucas, Omololu Omari Akinlolu, Adam King Feeney, Byron O. Thomas, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Terius Gray, Christopher Maurice Brown, Dwayne Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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