I Got That Sack - Young Jeezy, T.I., Yo Gotti

Bitch I explain’m Sacked up

Bitch I’m Racked up

Bitch I’m Stacked up

I say now big gold… look like big bottle of ace

So when looking for the girlfriend, bitch they spraying me

She said bitch want to chill, girl that’s just that nigga chain

Won’t you sit back and chill, and watch that nigga do his thang

Said I’m flaked up shining, bitch I’m looking like a brick

Hit Gollie on the side phone like boy you gotta hit

Got a sem hundred thousand lambo in the lot

Leave straight about the bitch and whip a lambo in the pot

Going hard turnt up I’m blowing bands up in this bitch

Man I’m bout to start throwing rubber bands up in this bitch

Man you see me out shining nigga know I got that 4

All you niggas here hating know I’m leaving with your hoe

Taking blunts to the head, I’m dj callie in this bitch

All you niggas… put the address on that shit

Yeah it’s 29 yeah them niggas know I got that pack

All my … all yeah, bitches know I got set

In the club goin' hard, niggas know I got them racks

In the kitchen whippin' hard, niggas know I got that sack

In this bitch goin hard, niggas know I got them racks

In the kitchen whippin' hard, niggas know I got that sack

I Rock Gucci, LouisExplain, Prada

Niggas know I shop at Saks

Fuck they know I shop at …

Fuck the money don’t make you real

Bitch I’m racked up, shawty buy my cars off the lot

To the bed before I show her to the 54 block

On myself about my deal, yeah that’s a half of mill

Half of mill 500 yeah that’s a half of crib

Bitch I’m million dollar living, chilling, cooling by the pool

In the club going hard, throwing money like a fool

And the main… hard, so I know what she gonna do

Suck the skin off the dick, she be wetter than a pool

Right on, right on the club

My iPhone shawty got some tight on

And if she call me, she gone for the night, hoe

…on her ass, pulling her from the back

She want it she can get it

Cause she know I got that sex

They call me nascar got it nigga all you …

Yeah I’m scrapped up shawty, nigga all you hear is boom

In the club goin' hard, niggas know I got them racks

In the kitchen whippin' hard, niggas know I got that sack

In this bitch goin hard, niggas know I got them racks

In the kitchen whippin' hard, niggas know I got that sack

Racks, sacks, racks, sacks, racks

Me you know I got it

Racks, sacks, racks, sacks, racks

You know I got it

Got sick racks and big sacks

I’m filled up with big ghetts

We will fuck you try us

Them hoes won’t deny us

My swag get me erythang

Guess money can’t buy …

I’m the truth… jehova allahja

… I’m where you wanna be, can’t dodge the G

Running with a crew nigga hard as me

12 years in the game no robbery

Hey nigga talk that shit I do for real

About maybachs … for real

My drank… deal

Chuchi, I’m still paid,

This music it will weight

100 they still hate

…twice and I’m still straight

Got old money and a new bank

Feels the rich nigga who ain’t

I’m moving maine what you can’t

Am I sacked up, what you thank?

In the club goin' hard, niggas know I got them racks

In the kitchen whippin' hard, niggas know I got that sack

In this bitch goin hard, niggas know I got them racks

In the kitchen whippin' hard, niggas know I got that sack