Big Racks (feat. Brooke Candy)

Only talk big racks Honey, that's big facts You say I'm too rude I know he dig that Go on, make it rain, make your money dance Go on, make it rain, make your money dance Go on, make it rain, make your money dance Go on, make it rain, make your money dance Only talk big racks (mmm) Honey, that's big facts You say I'm too rude I know he dig that (ooh) Go on, make it rain, make your money dance (rain) Go on, make it rain, make your money dance Go on, make it rain, make your money dance (rain) Go on, make it rain, make your money dance Don't get me upset Look at my drip, say (yeah) Wanna get close? Wanna be my migo like Offset? Talk to me good, talk to me nice So good the vibe, boy, gimme life I can't give a damn what you feelin' like Keep on throwin' back, better hit it right One in a million Floor to the ceilin' You should know how I'm feelin' Bitch, mind ya business (oh, whoa) Talk to me good, talk to me nice So good the vibe, boy, gimme life It's a whole star, don't you realize? When I look around, all I see is sky Only talk big racks Honey, that's big facts He say I'm too rude (too rude) I know he dig that (dig that) Go on, make it rain, make your money dance (rain) Go on, make it rain, make your money dance Go on, make it rain, make your money dance (rain) Go on, make it rain, make your money dance Oh, she could never Swag light like a feather Chi-Chi-Chi on the leather (ooh) Face red like a devil Oh, she really put together (yes) Drip or drown like the weather Never lose, I'm a winner They copy me like a printer Swag to my Birkin, that's a freak show Pockets on swole like CeeLo Add a couple commas and zeros He lookin' way richer with me, though God's child, so I got a halo (halo) Hit 'em with the somethin', that's case closed Dope money movin' like yayo Nobody move 'til I say so Big racks (big), big facts Say I'm too rude (too rude) Brave man, brave man, do that (Rain, rain) make it rain, so (Rain, rain) make it rain, so Attention, all my real bitches All my hood bitches (rain, so) My church bitches, even y'all too, hallelujah, amen (rain, so) It's that season when you better get it or quit it If that boy ain't let you swipe, you tell that boy, bye (rain, so) He ain't layin' you at least eight inches of pipe down, you tell that boy, bye You simulatin' me, situatin' me, can't relate to me, you tell that boy, bye (make it rain so) The bullshit's for the birds, girl, that's the word, girl The high life's not only for the Kardashians, bitch You better tighten up and start cashin' in, bitch It's Brooke Candy, bitch