Fat A**.

Intro

Yeah

Uh-huh

Straight up

Chorus

Thank the heavens for that fat ass

Thank the Lord for all this cash

He made it round, he made it last

Thank the heavens for that fat ass

Hook

Bounce it, drop it

Pick it up and pop it

Bounce it, drop it

Yeah, you know I got it

Verse 1

Mirror talking back and it's telling me I'm bad

Bag so heavy think I might break my back

These niggas hating but they looking in they bag

I'm in this bitch like I just won the Powerball jack

Pre-Chorus

They ain't ready for the way I move

Check the stats, I got nothing to prove

Chorus

Thank the heavens for that fat ass

Thank the Lord for all this cash

He made it round, he made it last

Thank the heavens for that fat ass

Verse 2

Walking in the spot and they all stop and stare

Got that seat belt money, took that private air

They want the recipe but I ain't finna share

Tell 'em check the cheekbones and the derriere

Pre-Chorus

They ain't ready for the way I move

Check the stats, I got nothing to prove

Chorus

Thank the heavens for that fat ass

Thank the Lord for all this cash

He made it round, he made it last

Thank the heavens for that fat ass

Breakdown

Yeah

Blessings on blessings

Yeah

God really showed out

Chorus

Thank the heavens for that fat ass

Thank the Lord for all this cash

He made it round, he made it last

Thank the heavens for that fat ass

Verse 3

Brand new body, brand new car

Checks coming in I don't need no advance

They talkin' slick but they won't get far

I'm out in Cali with the bubblegum stars

He wanna hit it, baby, bring the carats

Hundred racks on my ass, that's the tariff

If he ain't payin', then he better scurry

I'm the whole package, no need to worry

Pre-Chorus

They ain't ready for the way I move

Check the stats, I got nothing to prove

Chorus

Thank the heavens for that fat ass

Thank the Lord for all this cash

He made it round, he made it last

Thank the heavens for that fat ass

Hook

Bounce it, drop it

Pick it up and pop it

Bounce it, drop it

Yeah, you know I got it

Verse 4

Came through the door and they parted like the sea

I'm giving face, they giving energy

Slow it down, let 'em watch the scenery

That thing got its own gravity

Bentley truck with the trunk in the back

Pockets fat, I'm the one they check

Every weekend I be cashing out

They hate the name but they say it loud

Pre-Chorus

They ain't ready for the way I move

Check the stats, I got nothing to prove

Chorus

Thank the heavens for that fat ass

Thank the Lord for all this cash

He made it round, he made it last

Thank the heavens for that fat ass

Bridge

Blessings overflowing

Got the whole world knowing

Can't nobody clone it

I be going, going

Heaven sent, I'm chosen

Watch me while I'm posing

Turn around, exposing

Everything they hoping

Hook

Bounce it, drop it

Pick it up and pop it

Bounce it, drop it

Yeah, you know I got it

Outro

Yeah

Thank the heavens

Thank the Lord

Straight up

Mwah