Fat Boy Lyrics (feat. Rick Ross)
(X.O. think he all that)
They counted me out, well, they miscounted (They miscounted)
Master P, Silkkk the Shocker, they know I’m ’bout it (Uh)
It’s five seconds on the clock and we down three (Down three)
I’m like Curry in the clutch, so pass the rock to me (I’m clutch)
Everything I talk about, I manifest it (I did it)
At Benihanas, a Maybach, his and her decision (Decision)
She graduated Harvard and her name Alexis (She precious)
And she so sexy, it’s ’bout to get Love & Hip Hop messy (Oh)
Downfall, they prayed on my downfall (Downfall)
Five time felon, I gotta stay ‘way from round y’all
A hundred pointer (A hundred), two-hundred pointer (Two-hundred)
Shouts out to the dollar menu, I come from McDonald’s (The bottom)
Fat boy (A fat boy)
Ain’t nothin’ small (I ain’t nothin’ small)
Trench coat, she got on nothing but drawers (Woah)
Fat boy (A fat boy)
Ain’t nothin’ little (I ain’t nothin’)
I work too hard to get right here, boy, this wasn’t nothin’ simple (Work)
Fat boy (Fat boy)
No shirt (No shirt)
A hundred K (A hundred)
One verse (One)
Fat boy (Fat boy)
Heavyweight (I’m heavy)
Lord, forgive me for my sins, just for heaven’s sakes (Amen)
She gotta have a fat booty for the fat boy (Big booty)
Big booty Judy for the fat boy (Fat boy)
Georgio Armani suited for the fat boy (I’m fresh)
I’m a player like the matte black legs, boy (Amen)
She gotta have a fat booty for the fat boy (Huh)
Big booty Judy for the fat boy (Ross)
Georgio Armani, suited for the fat boy (Woo)
I’m a player like the matte black legs, boy (M-M-M, M-M-M-M)
New veneers, my yellow jacket give the bitches chills (Facts)
N*** fake and still makin’ pape’, they try to fit the bill
Simmer down, I got the killers out here with us now
Road to riches, I know you snitches ever get a mile
Still aroused, flattered bitches and just to dick ’em down (Huh)
See the house and two weeks later, they still be in town (Yeah)
She love to pillow talk, she lovin’ my ideas (My ideas)
Stevie Wonder numbers if you try to see us (Woo)
Top down every day, that’s for the fat boy (Fat boy)
Four-hundred million how I’m feelin’, I’ma stack more (Let’s get it)
Crib in every state and I don’t smoke vapes (Haha)
Fifty-thousand square feet and want more space (More space)
Crib on the water, tint for the yacht (On the yacht)
Yeah, this small clique of n*** kill on the spot (Brrt)
So fuck what you heard, bricks on the pot (Bricks on the pot)
Stones in the link, chips in the watch (Maybach Music)
She gotta have a fat booty for the fat boy (Big booty)
Big booty Judy for the fat boy (Fat boy)
Georgio Armani suited for the fat boy (I’m fresh)
I’m a player like the matte black legs, boy (Amen)
She gotta have a fat booty for the fat boy (Big booty)
Big booty Judy for the fat boy (Fat boy)
Georgio Armani suited for the fat boy (I’m fresh)
I’m a player like the matte black legs, boy (Black)
Three white girls, Rachel, Stephanie, and Kim (Kim)
Chrome Heart jeans, peanut butter Timbs (Butter Timbs)
Three o’clock A.M. (A.M.)
Got the club jumpin’ (It’s jumpin’)
Spillin’ 1942 on my Dolce Gabana (I’m lit)
Caught a jet to L.A. (What?)
That’s another twenty (Twenty)
Red bottoms cost a car note, Trayvon hoodie (R.I.P.)
Spanish girl let me put it where I wanna put it (I wanna put it)
On the beach in Cabo, eatin’ marijuana cookies (I’m a fat boy)
She gotta have a fat booty for the fat boy (Big booty)
Big booty Judy for the fat boy (Fat boy)
Georgio Armani suited for the fat boy (I’m fresh)
I’m a player like the matte black legs, boy (Amen)
She gotta have a fat booty for the fat boy (Big booty)
Big booty Judy for the fat boy (Fat boy)
Georgio Armani suited for the fat boy (I’m fresh)
I’m a player like the matte black legs, boy