Rod Wave - Sack Right Lyrics

(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) uh, okay



Last night, I'm still recovering up from last night

Last night I was fighting demons with my past life

That's right, I was pouring drank, was sippin' Act', right

Addicted to the fast life

Okay, yesterday, really can't remember much from yesterday

But every day I wake up I turn into a cheddar chase

A heavyweight, I'm a heavyweight, you's a featherweight

Need to get your cheddar straight, yeah

What the f*ck? This bitch old as hell and I'm young as f*ck

She drunk as f*ck, in my face talking about her tummy tuck

She such a slut, down to suck and f*ck 'cause my money up

Know I got my money up



Do my own thing in my own lane, okay, let's go

Gang gang, on the same thing, yeah

It don't make no sense if it don't make no paper this year

And all I got to say to a hater this year

Okay, go get your sack right, get your sack right, yeah

Get your sack right, go get your sack right, yeah

Get your sack right, go get your sack right, yeah

Get your sack right, go get your sack right, yeah (yeah, Gotti)



Either we talking thugging or we talking money (fft)

New mansion marble floor cost me a couple hundred (cash, nigga)

My watch like four hundred with no stones in it

Partner in the fed, in his cell, he got a phone in it (skrrt)

Lil' bro just crashed the 'Vette, but f*ck it, he still living

Another day to wake up, get another million

I came to ball, this not a scrimmage, shoot the clip until it's empty

Rolls truck matchin' Urus, six-point-five in this jewelry

And if it's war, you know we spinnin', do your sentence, not no snitching

Hope that Drac' don't start glitchin', seven figures out that kitchen

Chanel bags for my bitches

That 'Rari 2020, I'm just riding with my Glizzy



Do my own thing in my own lane (yeah, I'm doin' my own thing), okay, let's go

Gang gang on the same thing (you know I'm big gang), okay

It don't make no sense if it don't make no paper this year (yeah)

And all I got to say to a hater this year

Okay, go get your sack right, get your sack right, yeah

Get your sack right, go get your sack right, yeah

Get your sack right, go get your sack right, yeah

Get your sack right, go get your sack right, yeah



Uh, okay, last night, I'm still recovering up from last night

Last night I was fighting demons with my past life

That's right, I was pouring drank, was sippin' Act', right

Addicted to the fast life