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"Gettin' Money"


Ok, I walked inside the club with my grills 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 Miley (Miley)
I said, "Oh no, woah woah, damn damn, oh oh!"
Her jaw locked, when my balls dropped then she really started to chow down
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

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 nigga!
Sneak all I'm at the back door, they packed on pack they rollin' with' 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-hi, 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 hunnids
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' celebrate!

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!

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