Big Racks

[Chorus: Bree Runway]
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)

[Verse 1: Bree Runway]
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 dαmn what you feeling like
Keep on throwing back, better hit it right
One in a million
Floor to the ceilin'
You should know how I'm feelin'
B¡tch, 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

[Chorus: Bree Runway]
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)

[Verse 2: Bree Runway]
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 looking way richer with me though
God's child so I got a halo
Hit with the somethin’, that's case closed
Dope money moving like yayo
Nobody move 'til I say so

[Bridge: Bree Runway]
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

[Verse 3: Brooke Candy & Bree Runway]
Attention all my real b¡tchєѕ
All my hood b¡tchєѕ
(Rain so)
My church b¡tchєѕ, 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 simulating me, situating 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, b¡tch
You better tighten up and start cashing in, b¡tch
It's Brooke Candy, b¡tch