Chorus
Fatty had them orange bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the turd (the turd)
The whole club was looking at him
it was a gay-club(it was a gay club)
Next thing you know
Fatty's got low, low, low , low, low, low, low, low
Them cheese'y sweat pants
And the mankini with holes (the hole)
he turned around and gave that big booty a smack (eww)
he hit the floor (he hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Fatty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low


I ain't never seen something that'll make me go
This crazy till I saw a dirty video
Had the million dollar vibe and a body to go
Them fit young guys they stole the show
So sexual
he was flexible professional
Drinking X&O
Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think? Whoa
Did his thing seen fatty get low
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain I'm making it snow
Work the pole I gotta bank roll
I'm gonna say that I prefer the mankinis
I'm in to that I love men exposed
he threw it back at me I gave him mojo
Cash ain't a problem I know where it go (in the crack
)
Chorus
Fatty had them orange bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the turd (the turd)
The whole club was looking at him
it was a gay-club(it was a gay club)
Next thing you know
Fatty's got low, low, low , low, low, low, low, low
Them cheese'y sweat pants
And the mankini with holes (the hole)
he turned around and gave that big booty a smack (eww)
he hit the floor (he hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Fatty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Hey fatty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans filled with guap and they're ready for showing
Cadillacs laid back for the sexy grown
Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan
One smack (come on), two smacks (come on), three smacks (come on)
Now that's three pains
What you think I'm playing baby dood I'm the man
I'm dealing rubber bands
That's when I threw his legs on my shoulders
I knew it was over
That heny and Cola got me like a soldier
he ready for Rover, I couldn't control him
So lucky on me I was just like clover
fatty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her
Like a pornography poster
She showed him
chorus
Fatty had them orange bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the turd (the turd)
The whole club was looking at him
it was a gay-club(it was a gay club)
Next thing you know
Fatty's got low, low, low , low, low, low, low, low
Them cheese'y sweat pants
And the mankini with holes (the hole)
he turned around and gave that big booty a smack (eww)
he hit the floor (he hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Fatty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Whoa fatty yeah he was worth the money
Little dada
a took my cash
And I ain't want it back
The way she bent that back
Got all them paper stacks
Tattoo above her crack
I had to handle that
I was zoned in sexy woman
Let me show it make me want it
Two in the morning I'm zoned in
Them rosee bottles foaming
She wouldn't stop
Made it drop
Shawty dipped that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
Gal was fine just like my glock
chourus

Fatty had them orange bottom jeans (jeans)
Boots with the turd (the turd)
The whole club was looking at him
it was a gay-club(it was a gay club)
Next thing you know
Fatty's got low, low, low , low, low, low, low, low
Them cheese'y sweat pants
And the mankini with holes (the hole)
he turned around and gave that big booty a smack (eww)
he hit the floor (he hit the floor)
Next thing you know
Fatty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low