Only talk big racks, honey, that's big facts You say I'm too rude, I know you dig that Go make it rain, make your money dance Go make it rain, make your money dance Go make it rain, make your money dance Go make it rain, make your money dance Only talk big racks, honey, that's big facts You say I'm too rude, I know you dig that Go make it rain, make your money dance Go make it rain, make your money dance Go make it rain, make your money dance Go make it rain, make your money dance Don't get me upset, look at my gypsy When I get close, wanna be my b-girl like Offset Talk to me good, talk to me nice Don't call the boy, boy, give me life I can't give a damn what you feelin' like Give my phone back, better hit it right One in a million, floor to the ceiling You should know how I'm feelin' Bitch, mind your business Talk to me good, talk to me nice Don't call the boy, boy, give me life If I'm not here in your lanes Wanna look around, only see your sky Only talk big racks, honey, that's big facts You say I'm too rude, I know you dig that Go make it rain, make your money dance Go make it rain, make your money dance Go make it rain, make your money dance Go make it rain, make your money dance Oh, she could never Swag light like a feather Gigi on the leather Face red like a devil Oh, she really put together Trip or drown like the weather Never lose, I'm a winner They copy me like a printer Spikes on my back and that's a freak show Pockets on slow like Cee-Lo Add a couple commas and zeroes He look way richer with me though Gas drive so I got a halo Kill him with the somethin' that's case closed Nobody move until I say so Big racks, big facts Say I'm too rude, bring it on, bring it on, do it like Go make it rain, make it rain, so Rain, make it rain, so Attention all my real bitches, all my hood bitches My church bitches, even y'all too, hallelujah, amen It's that season when you better get it or quit it If that boy ain't letting you swipe, you tell that boy bye He ain't laying you at least eight inches of pipe down, you tell that boy bye You simulate me, situate me, can't relate to me, you tell that boy bye 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 cashing in, bitch It's Rick Candy, bitch