Big Racks (feat. Brooke Candy)

Only talk big racks, honey that's big facts

He say I'm too rude, I know he dig that

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance

Only talk big racks, honey that's big facts

He say I'm too rude, I know he dig that

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance

Don't get me upset, look what my drip say

Wanna get close? Mmm, 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

Talk to me good, talk to me nice

So good the vibe, boy, gimme life

It's a whole star don't you realise?

When I look around all I see is sky

Only talk big racks, honey that's big facts

He say I'm too rude, I know he dig that

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance

Oh she could never, swag light like a feather

Ch-ch-chi on the leather, face red like a devil

Oh she really put together, 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

Hit with the somethin', that's case closed

Dope money, movin' like yayo

Nobody move till I say so

Big racks, big facts

Say I'm too rude, brave man, brave man do that

Make it rain some, make it rain some

Attention all you real bitches, all my hood bitches

(Rain some, rain some)

My church bitches, even y'all too, hallelujah, Amen

It's that season where you better get it or quit it

If that boy ain't lettin' you swipe, you tell that boy bye

(Make it rain some, rain some)

He ain't layin' you at least 8 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 some)

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