Gettin' Money lyrics

by

Chris Brown


[Verse 1]
Okay, I walked inside the club with my golds on
These b*tches in my V.I.P., you know what goes on
You got me 'bout to take my shirt off, she rollin' tryna party
She said she wanted a threesome, then I meet her girl named Molly
I said, "Oh no, woah woah, 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 third degree and she started havin' a seizure
So what n*gga, you gotta attitude, f*ck 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

[Hook]
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 n*gga throw these racks
Throw these racks
Real n*gga throw these racks
Throw these racks
Real n*gga throw these racks

[Verse 2]
Okay, I'm outside, n*ggas hatin', they tryna key my car
They done f*cked 'round, made me mad, I'm about to buy the bar
Order more shots, more liquor, more hoes, no n*ggas
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
Haha 'cause I-hi, I kick that sh*t, my ninja
My cardiac is winter, your shawty is my dinner
I met a bad b*tch at the Starbucks
Straight to the telly, that's a star f*ck
Tens, fifties and them hunnids
I ain't talkin' numbers, b*tch, I'm talkin' money

[Hook]
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 n*gga throw these racks
Throw these racks
Real n*gga throw these racks
Throw these racks
Real n*gga throw these racks

[Verse 3]
Look, let me stop the talkin', gon' and pop that sh*t for daddy
A n*gga 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'm coughin' like an asthmatic
And n*ggas claimin' they bad but b*tch n*gga, 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
f*ck you talkin' 'bout celibate, we gon' celebrate

[Hook]
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 n*gga throw these racks
Throw these racks
Real n*gga throw these racks
Throw these racks
Real n*gga throw these racks

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