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

I Got That Sack

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