[Flame] 🔥 Chris Brown - Need a Stack Lyrics
[Intro: Joyner Lucas]
 Whoa, whoa
 Whoa, whoa
 Whoa, whoa
 Whoa, whoa
 Whoa, whoa
[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
 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 gon’ put they tax on it
 But it’s not enough
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
 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”
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
 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
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
 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
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Lil Wayne]
 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”
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
 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
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
 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
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown with Joyner Lucas]
 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”
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
 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
[Verse 4: Chris Brown]
 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 rose petals
 I’m not a trick, just a rich nigga, know better
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
 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)
[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
 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