[Joyner Lucas]
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

[Joyner Lucas]
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´
You look good, won´t you throw it back on me?
You gon´ make even a 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

[ Chris Brown]
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"

[Joyner Lucas]
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

[Lil Wayne]
After you back it up, then stop
Wobbity, wobbity, 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, 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

[ Chris Brown & Lil Wayne]
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"

[Joyner Lucas]
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

[Chris Brown]
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 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 it

[ Chris Brown]
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"

[Joyner Lucas]
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

[Chris Brown]
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 (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 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 nigga, know better

[ Chris Brown]
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)

[Joyner Lucas]
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