Chris Brown - Gettin Money lyrics

Verse 1: Ok, I walked inside the club with my golds on These b**hes in my V.I.P. you know what goes on You got me 'bout to take my shirt off, she rollin' tryna party (party) She said she wanted a threesome, then I meet her girl named Mollie (Mollie) 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 parapalegic That pill kicked in like third degree (?) and she started havin' a seizure! So what n***a you gotta attitude f** you and yo demeanor I'm partyin' to d**h I make a mess you gotta clean up Oh my - bad 'cause I'm acting like a peanut All you see at the top in V.I.P. is these nuts Chorus: 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***a throw these racks! Throw these racks! Real n***a throw these racks! Throw these racks! Real n***a throw these racks! Verse 2: Ok, I'm outside n***as hatin', they be tryna keep my car They done f**ed 'round made me mad I'm about to buy the bar Order mo' shots, mo' liquor, mo' hoes, no n***as! Sneak all I'm at the back door, they packed on pack they rollin' wit' us Damn my chain might glitter, this boy be from Virginia and she tell yo' a** to stop but she don't say that when I'm in her Haha, 'cause I-ha, I kick that sh** my ninja My cardiac (?) is winter, yo' shawty is my dinna'! I met a bad b**h at the starbucks Straight to the telly (?) that's a star f** Tens, fifties and them hunnads I ain't talkin' numbers b**h, I'm talkin' monaaay! Chorus: 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***a throw these racks! Throw these racks! Real n***a throw these racks! Throw these racks! Real n***a throw these racks! Verse 3: Look, let me stop the talkin' gon' and pop that sh** for daddy A n***a got his money if 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***as claimin' they bad but b**h n***a you know I'm the baddest Shake it, shake it, shake it in my face Give a damn about yo' name but I care about yo' waist haaa Naked naked, girl I want yo' birthday cake f** you talkin' 'bout celebate, we gon' celebraate! Chorus: 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***a throw these racks! Throw these racks! Real n***a throw these racks! Throw these racks! Real n***a throw these racks!