Let's Go (Fat Racks)

[Intro]

I, I caught myself stuntin' on these niggas

Then I realized you never had nothin'

(808 Mafia)

Feelin' like I [?]

[Chorus]

Ayy, yeah, daddy fat sacks

Big back like a fat cat

Money long like giraffe necks

I got fat racks

Put the twenties in the nap sack

Make her do backflips

Put the hundreds in the gym clips

I'll bring smoke right to your street, and I'll break your shit

You'll think it was a booty call, they pull up late night just to hit

I need a napkin for this Rolex on my wrist

Soon I allow her she come on and pop her shit (Yeah, hold on)

[Verse 1]

She drop it, she drop it, she pop it, she work on the dick

She go slow, oh, oh, tryna be my bitch

Yeah, I spoiled the girl but I could never call this girl

Bitch, you star-struck, this Ac', not Starbucks

Double seal, it's on cut, lil' shawty got a bubble butt

These rap niggas copy us, gettin' head from poo-putt

Cuban link with a crew cut, you need my crew but

I was steerin' my cruise ship, pourin' red in a Root Beer

I pimp that, I got hoes, fuck hoes, got money

Big diamonds, forty pointers

Eighty pointers, two karats, one karat in the hair

Hundred-fifty on my neck, Elliante leave 'em dead

Big racks on right now, bitch, I'm lit, let's go

'Nother hundred racks to my clique, lil' bitch, let's go

I got gold on my motherfuckin' fist, I'm lit, let's go

Ten-thousand dollar toe ring, I'm on my shit, lil' bitch, let's go

Come through, turn a thottie to a bitch or I’m gone

Ankle bracelet make me kick my shit, Hong Kong

Hold up, catch my shit and then I'm gone

Better know how to suck a dick or I'm gone

[Chorus]

Ayy, yeah, daddy fat sacks

Big back like a fat cat

Money long like giraffe necks

I got fat racks

Put the twenties in the nap sack

Make her do backflips

Put the hundreds in the gym clips

I'll bring smoke right to your street, and I'll break your shit

You'll think it was a booty call, they pull up late night just to hit

I need a napkin for this Rolex on my wrist

Soon I allow her she come on and pop her shit

[Verse 2]

Five-hundred racks, I don't need no more change

Hundred-seventy-thousand on my teeth, I can't use Colgate

Quarter mill' to my lawyer, ain't got no court case

Everybody watch my life because it's 4K, yeah

Question for the slime, did you really pay? Yeah

Did you mix that Actavis and Gatorade? Yeah

Is you tired of knick-knack with all your ladies? Nah

Is you callin' the next man the greatest? Hell nah

Is you pillow talkin' with these strays? Hell nah

Do you remember walkin' back in the days? Nah

Them Gucci shades? Yeah

You remember throwing shade? Hell nah

You were drinkin' lemonade (Yeah), 'fore Beyoncé? Oh yeah

[Outro]

I pimp that, I got hoes, fuck hoes, got money

Big diamonds, forty pointers

Eighty pointers, two karats, one karat in the hair

One-fifty on my neck, Elliante leave 'em dead

Big racks on right now, bitch, I'm lit, let's go

'Nother hundred racks to my clique, lil' bitch, let's go

I got gold on my motherfuckin' fist, I'm lit, let's go

Ten-thousand dollar toe ring, I'm on my shit, lil' bitch, let's go

Come through, turn a thottie to a bitch or I’m gone

Ankle bracelet make me kick my shit, Hong Kong

Hold up, catch my shit and then I'm gone

Better know how to suck a dick or I'm gone