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