Big Racks

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



Credits
Writer(s): Brenda Wireko Mensah, Levi Richai Gordon, Henry William Durham
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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