Lil Nas X - Grab That Lyrics

Grab That!

Uh, I ain't made one for the ladies yet
This one for y'all
Uh, uh, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Ayo, throw that ass back
If you tryna get this money, get this fat stack
I must admit, you is the shit, I wanna grab that
Put that putty on my woodie that's a fat cat
Uh, ayo, throw that ass back
If you tryna get this money, get this fat stack
I must admit, you is the shit, I wanna grab that
Put that putty on my woodie that's a fat cat

Uh, ayo, I guess tonight she going in
Throwin' and she rollin' and she hoein' wit her friends
Slowin' with the motion gotta hit em with the spins
She ain't showin no emotions no she got some thick skin
So i asked her if she ever fuc*** a rap ni***
Said she did but they really couldn't rap ni***
Said she was a shooter so you know she like to clap niggas
Said, "Nas, do you wanna see it clap nigga"
Yeah she a meanie
Her body poppin like genie
She molly poppin get steamy
She probably got me she dreamy
She twerking that fuckin' thang
Her pu*** poppin she creamy
She working up at the flame
She clocking in when she leave me
She building up and she stackin'
Packin' and never lackin'
Ass fillin' up it's clapping
Throw backwards like it's pig latin
From trenches like she be trappin'
Full of herself no cappin'
No snitchin she never yappin'
Hit bitches she steady slappin' uh!

Ayo, throw that ass back
If you tryna get this money, get this fat stack
I must admit, you is the shit, I wanna grab that
Put that putty on my woodie that's a fat cat
Uh, ayo, throw that ass back
If you tryna get this money, get this fat stack
I must admit, you is the shit, I wanna grab that
Put that putty on my woodie that's a fat cat

Uh, yeah, yeah
Why? Cuz you beautiful girl!
Uh, Alright
I need everybody to the dance floor
Yeah, you too, you over there
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

If you a CNA, a teacher
Twerk that ass all on the bleachers
Cashier or a nurse
Pop that pu*** then disperse
If you a stripper or a maid
Make it clap like a parade
Even if you unemployed
Twerk that ass f*** what they say
CEO? gotta degree?
Pop that cookie like Nicki
Even if you social worker
Man i know that you a twerker
Retail clerkers?
Them bitches flippin' burgers?
Oh my god you killin' shit
Issa fuc*** murder
This one for da' Rihannas
Them bitches from wezzyanna'
Them bitches who name is
Quisha, Biancas, and them Briannas
And even in the cabanas
And if you listen to Gunna
Them wifeys and babymamas
Them bitches whippin' a hummer
Oh hummers all in the summer
Show that ass like plumber
Shake it fast like a Runner
Bitch do that shit for Obama
Hop on it, cause some drama
Drop it in yo pajamas
Pop it in the Bahamas
You got that shit from ya mama! Uh!