I Got That Sack (remix) Lyrics - Yo Gotti

Bitch I explain'm Sacked up 

Bitch I'm Racked up 

Bitch I'm Stacked up 

I say now big gold medallion 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 Gotti 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 talkin tough put the address on that shit 

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

I'm a grindaholic yeah, bitches know I got set 

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[Hook] 

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, Louis, 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 it show her to the 54 block 

Bought 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 

spank it on the ass, pulling her from the back 

She want it she can get it 

Cause she know I got that sex 

They call me nascar gotti nigga all you hear is zoom 

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

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[Hook] 

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 

Nigga know I got it 

Racks, sacks, racks, sacks, racks 

Bitches know I got it 

Got sick racks and big sacks 

All filled up with big gats 

We will fuck you try us 

Them hoes won't deny us 

My swag get me erythang 

Guess money can't buy, bruh 

I'm the truth world God lord jehova allahja 

stack dough so tall til its hard to see 

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? 

[Hook] 

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