Lyrics of Getting money

(verse 1 - chris brown)
Ok, i walked inside the club wit my ? 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
She said she wanted a threesome
And did i meet her girl named molly
I said oh no
Whoa whoa
Damn damn
Oh oh
Her jaw locked
When my balls dropped
And then she really started
To chow down
Her head game was the meanest
It make me a paraplegic
That pill kicked in like 30 minutes
She start having a seizure
So what nigga you gotta attitude
Fuck you and your demeanor
Im partying to death
I'll make a mess you gotta clean up
Oh my bad 'cause im acting like a penis
All you see
At the top of v.i.p.
Is these nuts
(hook)
Im 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
(verse 2 - chris brown)
Ok, im outside niggas hatin
They tried to key my car
They done fucked around made me mad
Im about to buy the bar
Order more shots
More liquor
More hoes
No niggas
Sneak all em' out the back door
They packed on packed
They rollin' wit us
Damn my chain ?
This boy be from virginia
And she tell yo ass to stop
But she don't say dat when i'm in her
Ha ha
'cause i ha
I kick that shit my ninja
My cartier is winter
Yo shawty is my dinner
I met a bad bitch at the starbucks
Straight to the tele
That's a star fuck
10's 50's and them 100's
I ain't talkin numbers
Bitch i'm talkin money
(hook)
Im 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
(verse 3 - chris brown)
Let me stop the talkin
Go n pop that shit for daddy
A nigga got his money up
You know i gotta live it up
And all my money stacked in my attic
A little belligerent
Im crazy
Im coughin like an asthmatic
And niggas claimin they bad
But bitch nigga you know im the baddest
Shake it
Shake it
Shake it in my face
Give a damn about yo name
But i care about your waist
Naked
Naked
Girl i want your birthday cake
Fuck you talkin 'bout celibate
We gon celebrate
(hook)
Im 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
(busta rhymes)
Plug shit up
Because if you don't plug shit up
Yo shit gon get leaked