Big Racks - Bree Runway, 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 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 (Mm)

Honey, that’s big facts

You say I’m too rude

I know he dig that (Oh)

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance (Rain)

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance (Rain)

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance (Rain)

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance (Rain)

Don’t get me upset

Look at my drip say (Yeah)

Wanna get close?

Mm

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 realize

When I look around, all I see is sky

Only talk big racks

Honey, that’s big facts

You say I’m too rude (Too rude)

I know he dig that (Dig that)

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance (Rain)

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance (Rain)

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance (Rain)

Go on make it rain, make ya money dance (Rain)

Oh, she could never

Swag light like a feather

Chi-Chi-Chi on the leather (Woo)

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 freakshow

Pockets on swole like Cee-Lo

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 '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

(Make it rain so)

He ain’t layn' you at least eight inches of pipe down, you tell that boy bye

(Make it rain so)

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