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" Need A Stack "
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
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're gon' put their tax on it, but it's not enough
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"
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
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
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"
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
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
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"
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
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're rose petals
I'm not a trick, just a rich nigga know better
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)
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
" Damage "
Ah, the Runners presents
Damage, you know (Whoa-oh)
Sometimes you don't realize what you've done (Whoa)
Until you've seen the damage (Whoa-oh)
And I looked at the damage
Yeah, whoa, yeah, yeah
Whoa-oh, yeah, yeah
Look at the damage, yeah
3 A.M. when my phone ring
Begging me to come by, I was right around the corner (Corner)
I know I could've said no, but I ain't stop
Told me, "Come in, the door's unlocked for you"
My intuition, I should have listened to it
My girl, yo, she'd be pissed if she knew about this visit (Visit)
She had a tank top on, I took her tank top off but should've stopped (Stopped, ah)
But she ain't let me, kissed me soft and gently, she tempt me
Right then I stopped thinking consequences (Consequences)
Guess I must have lost my mind for a minute, listen
Girl, you know that I love
Girl, I love you, with her, that was lust (Yeah)
Shouldn't have happened, I know I messed up (Yeah, yeah)
One phone call started this whole thing now (Yeah)
Look at the damage (The damage)
Look at the damage (The damage)
Damage, damage that I caused you (That I caused you)
I know I broke your heart (Your heart)
'Cause I did you wrong now look at the damage (The damage)
Look at the damage that I caused
The dumbest decision that I made that I ain't proud of
A few hours that meant absolutely nothing cost me your love (Love)
I gotta live with regret, deserve to get what you give
Now you won't listen to nothing that I'm saying (Whoa-oh)
I rode passed your house for hours, just to feel close to ya
No cards, no gifts, no flowers, could get me back with you
Your kiss, your touch, girl, you know I'm missing (Hey, hey)
But you got my heart inside a prison, listen (Hey, hey, yeah, yeah)
Girl, you know that I love
Girl, I love you, with her, that was lust (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah)
Shouldn't have happened, I know I messed up (Yeah, yeah)
One phone call started this whole thing now (Yeah, hey)
Look at the damage (The damage, I see the damage)
Look at the damage (The damage, that I caused you, girl)
Damage, damage that I caused you
I know that I broke your heart
'Cause I did you wrong now look at the damage (The damage)
Look at the damage that I caused
I was tripping (Oh), I was dipping (Oh)
With these women (Oh) in these streets (Oh, yeah)
Lost my girl (Oh, yeah), lost all that (Yeah)
Wish I could take it back (Yeah)
I was tripping (Hey), I was dipping (Oh)
With these women (Oh) in these streets (Oh)
Wish I could (Oh), take that back, oh, baby
Girl, you know that I love
Girl, I love you, with her, that was lust (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah)
Shouldn't have happened, I know I messed up (Yeah, yeah)
One phone call started this whole thing now
Look at the damage (The damage, the damage that I)
Look at the damage (The damage)
Damage, damage that I caused you (Oh, that I caused you)
I know I broke your heart (Yeah, yeah)
And girl, I did you wrong now look at the damage (The damage)
Look at the damage that I caused
Yeah, whoa
Look at the damage
Look at the damage, yeah
You know, sometimes you don't realize what you've done
Until you've seen the damage and I looked at the damage
" Sucka "
How could I allow her to do it?
They say a man ain't supposed to cry
But right now I feel so foolish (Oh, why?)
Thought I could trust her
I guess I thought wrong
So many times I played the fool
I guess I was the dummy all along (Damn)
I guess I had it coming 'cause I'm famous
She was in it for the money, I can't blame her
She tried to break my pockets, but broke my heart
Yeah, she tried, guess I'm not that stupid after all
And my baby stuck in her ways
Girl, it's fine, what a nice try
At least we had a good time
Bitch, goodbye
You don't even see her when you come across her
You give her that alley-oop, think that bitch gon' cross ya
And if you got a lot of money, that pussy gon' cost ya
Don't trust that ho, don't be a sucka
Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids
That's all she want
Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids
That's all she want
Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids
Don't trust that ho, don't be a sucka
Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids
That's all she want
Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids
That's all she want
Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids
Don't trust that ho, don't be a sucka
I guess I had it coming 'cause I'm famous
She was in it for the money, I can't blame her
She tried to break my pockets, but broke my heart
Yeah, she tried, guess I'm not that stupid after all
And my baby stuck in her ways
Girl, it's fine, what a nice try
At least we had a good time
Bitch, goodbye
You don't even see her when you come across her
You give her that alley-oop, think that bitch gon' cross ya
And if you got a lot of money, that pussy gon' cost ya
Don't trust that ho, don't be a sucka
Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids
That's all she want
Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids
That's all she want
Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids
Don't trust that ho, don't be a sucka
Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids
That's all she want
Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids
That's all she want
Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids
Don't trust that ho, don't be a sucka
" Real Hip Hop Shit #3 "
Don't ah
Don't ah
Don't ah
Don't let love pass you by
Look, look, uh
Leather jacket, relaxin' in the movie scenes, I'm actin'
These rappers practice, I'm at the plate, another bad bitch
Fully smoking locomotive, nigga, fuck a ad-lib
In the club celebratin' 'cause I'm so promoted, ha
Is it a fire? 'Cause the crowd smoking
Big Will, she off a pill, rolling
You know a country nigga hungry, Waffle House? Open
But they too broke to pay their bills, so they free-loading
But it's cool, sit down
You know that nigga is? Girl, his name Chris Brown
His chain's so ugly that it makes a bitch frown
I'm servin' all these niggas, but who ordered hash browns?
Nigga, I be like (I be like)
Huh, y-y-up, yeah, I got the check
And I just paid your bills, so yes, I want some sex
Ha, but first, can I kiss your neck?
And I'ma work you out, so you ain't gotta stretch
Ho-ho-hol' up, let me slow up
Impregnate the beat, I make that bitch blow up
I eat all I can eat 'til a nigga throw up
I tell that DJ, "Ayy, pull up, pull up"
Man, I'm so sick of these lame motherfuckers
A nigga still shittin' on the game, motherfucker
Old niggas as the world change motherfuckers
Y'all niggas still bein' the same motherfucker?
Who else, dawg? Look
Let me go in, then I count more ends
My Timbs 11, and your friends in my Benz
The engine on that Viper 220
And it's green in the trunk, but that's new money
Watch Frank Mueller, my Ruger
Cut that shit fire, I just shot my jeweler
Another hunnid racks just to make my chain look cooler
Off that foreign loco, out of my medulla, wow
I be seein' dead people, dead prezzies my besties
Nigga, we are not equal (Yeah)
How you get the big picture lookin' from a peephole?
My real niggas in the back, like, "He ain't talkin' to me though"
I know you mad 'cause I afford it
TMZ, I'm wipin' my ass, so stop recordin'
Supposedly a singer, can't do hip-hop
But I just killed this shit, so let the shit rock
" Best Ever "
I know I'm not easy and sometimes I drive you crazy
But I'm the best you'll ever have, ever
He's never loved someone like me
Crazy, but balanced
To him, my love taste differently, oh
Sweet, but dangerous
I know that I'm your favorite thing
Well, this how you make me feel
Somethin' 'bout me makes you weak
I'm startin' to think
I'm the best you've ever had (Oh, tell me I'm the best you've ever)
Made you want me bad (Oh, tell, tell, tell me I'm the best you've ever)
Best you've ever had (Oh, baby, tell me I'm the best you've ever)
Made you want me bad (I want you, tell, tell, tell me I'm the best you've ever)
'Cause every part of your body (Oh-oh)
I'm wantin' to explore
To figure out how you feel on top of me (You)
You've got me wantin' more (Oh, woah)
Do you know that you're my sweetest dream? (Do you?)
'Cause that's how you make me feel
Somethin' 'bout you makes me weak (Oh, woah, and I'm)
Now I'm startin' to think you're the
Best you've ever had (Oh, you know you're the best I've ever)
Made you want me bad (You, you, you know you're the best I've ever)
Best you've ever had (Ooh, tell me I'm the best you've ever)
Made you want me bad (Tell me, tell me, tell me I'm the best you've ever)