Need a Stack Songtext
von Chris Brown

Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa

I walked up in that bitch with five, tens
Twenties, fifties, hunnids on me
I don′t usually do this
I ain't really with the stuntin′, homie
But I gotta do it 'cause tonight she 'bout to bust it on me
She gon′ get to touchin′ on me
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
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 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 gon' put they 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
I′ma, I'ma Need a Stack
I′ma, I'ma Need a Stack
Yeah, I'ma need a
I′ma need a rack

I′ma Need a Stack
I'ma Need a Stack
I′ma, I'ma, I′ma Need a Stack
Yeah, I'ma need a
I′ma need a rack

After you back it up then stop
Wobbity, wobbity, drop, drop and make it hop
I'm in Versace on my knee, 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
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 up your fuckin' wallet
Yeah, you gon' have to empty up your fuckin′ pocket"

I′ma need a stack

I'ma, I′ma Need a Stack
I'ma, I′ma Need a Stack
Yeah, I'ma need a
I′ma need a rack
I'ma Need a Stack
I'ma Need a Stack
I′ma, I′ma, I'ma Need a Stack
Yeah, I′ma need a
I'ma need a rack

I′ll leave a paper trail, then I'ma need a tip drill
Shakin′ it, turn the lights down
Bust if 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
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 ′em

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
I′ma, I'ma Need a Stack
I'ma, I′ma Need a Stack
Yeah, I′ma need a
I'ma need a rack
I′ma Need a Stack
I'ma Need a Stack
I′ma, I'ma, I′ma Need a Stack
Yeah, I'ma need a
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
Everythin′, all the drinks, on me tonight
Put that thing on me
I'm tryna see what that pussy like
(I′m jus' tryna back up a bit)
When she hit the stage
I′ma leave more than a tip (oh)
Let me grab it
Let me smack it
Don't care if it′s real
Pullin' on ma pants
I'ma let ya′ feel it

Biggity bounce, biggity bounce

Down to it all
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
Jus' keep steppin′ on the money
Like they rose petals
I′m not a trick
Jus' a rich nigga know better

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
I'ma, I′ma Need a Stack
I'ma, I′ma Need a Stack
Yeah, I'ma need a
I'ma need a rack
I′ma Need a Stack
I′ma Need a Stack
I'ma, I′ma, I'ma Need a Stack
Yeah, I′ma need a
I'ma need a rack