Getting Money Lyrics - Chris Brown

Ok, I walked inside the club with my golds on 

These bitches 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 nigga you gotta attitude fuck you and yo demeanor 

I'm partyin' to death 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 

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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! 

Throw these racks! 

Real nigga throw these racks! 

Throw these racks! 

Real nigga throw these racks! 

Ok, I'm outside niggas hatin', they be tryna keep my car 

They done fucked 'round made me mad I'm about to buy the bar 

Order mo' shots, mo' liquor, mo' hoes, no niggas! 

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' ass to stop but she don't say that when I'm in her 

Haha, 'cause I-ha, I kick that shit my ninja 

My cardiac (?) is winter, yo' shawty is my dinna'! 

I met a bad bitch at the starbucks 

Straight to the telly (?) that's a star fuck 

Tens, fifties and them hunnads 

I ain't talkin' numbers bitch, I'm talkin' monaaay! 

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! 

Throw these racks! 

Real nigga throw these racks! 

Throw these racks! 

Real nigga throw these racks! 

Look, let me stop the talkin' gon' and pop that shit for daddy 

A nigga 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 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 yo' name but I care about yo' waist haaa 

Naked naked, girl I want yo' birthday cake 

Fuck you talkin' 'bout celebate, we gon' celebraate! 

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! 

Throw these racks! 

Real nigga throw these racks! 

Throw these racks! 

Real nigga throw these racks!