Fat Joe "Make It Rain (Remix)" |
R. Kelly: Whoo, Roxanne (It's Kells bitches, Owww) You don't have to turn off your red light Fat Joe: Scottie (I'm in the building), let's make it rain on these niggaz (Remix) Hook Lil' Wayne: Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the Terror Got a handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix) I'm in this bitch with the Terror (We back, let's go) Got a handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix, Remix, We back) I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes Verse 1 R. Kelly: I be drilling these chicks they like Major Payne When I make it rain, they be like "Kelz do it again" From the club to the Coupe, inside my gates Up in my bedroom screaming eachothers name They was perty perty, and I was flirty flirty Lil' dro, lil' bub now they gettin' dirty dirty Don't ask me what my name is, stupid bitch I'm famous You gon' make me aim this, leave yo' ass brainless I'm tryna stay R&B but these streets is a part of me So don't get it twisted You see I order one bottle, then I fuck with one model Then I order more bottles, now I got more models I'm from that city where them niggaz don't play man I take a chick to my room like caveman So ask your girlfriend my name I bet she go "Skeet skeet skeet skeet, Weatherman 'bout to make it rain" Hook Verse 2 Lil Wayne: Blat, blat, blat, blat, hey Joey, let me get 'em It's Young Money and we on like the television The weather channel, but I do not broadcast I throw up more cash, and change the forecast Your boyfriend is lame, I make it rain on ya He never make it rain, like Southern California Where's your umbrella, now get your raincoat Baby I make it flood, now you gon' need a boat Birdman: Fresh to death on 'em (Belive that) We throwin' money on 'em (Money on 'em) Stay fly, 25s when we ride on 'em (Thats how we ride) Alligator suede, custom with the shades (Stunna shades) Make it snow in the club, bitches know we paid Stay shy, rockin' Gucci in the Bentley (Super fly) White Rolls for my broad on them 23s (Stay fly) Goin' to the club, nigga in a new fleet (Yeah) All red doors up, doin' it like a real G Hook Verse 3 T.I.: Come see me and Crack in the club flossin' .40 Cal in my jacket, 20 stacks in my jeans Know real boss niggaz do real boss things We 'bout that shit, you just talkin' Y'all Sam Rossting, I'm with my goons In the 430 down the strip I zoom Gonna drop it January but it feel like June Big Glock I carry make a real big boom Make moves like a young tycoon I come through like a young typhoon Category 3, don't be category me When these niggaz like to get a better salary than me I el capitan, king, numero uno I flood pussy clubs, ask any stripper you know Verse 4: Ace Mack: Ace mizzy get all the hoes (Yeah) Gonna teach them shit they want to know (Yeah) Like fuck that puss ass 9 to 4 girl Make that bucket a pot of gold (Get 'em) It ain't no money like custom money (Nope) It ain't no bitch like a hustle bunny (Nope) Ain't no bitch gettin' none of my money That why the money gotta clear to protect it from me She gotta ride for the A, hop for the A Live for the minute or be out for the day Hop the metal while lookin' hot in stilettos Got the rock with the bezel on the trigger finger Boss bitch of the ghetto, my Spanish Trina Talk shit to a nigga with the blammer beamed up When I see her gotta handle my bi' And I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck Hook Verse 4 Rick Ross: (305 in Miami, hey Kelz call Joe let him know im at the rolex i just ran out of money, i need to borrow 50 thousand cash, come through baby we make it rain, D class on the way too we got 100 grand wit 'em, triple c's, oh yeah this the remix) I be reppin' my city (city), blowin' 100s and 50s (50's) If the headright, Ricky there err night Joey I was listenin' Pullin' up, spinnin' rims Time to spend some dividends My money they swimmin' in (Ross) I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I'm the mayor (I'm the mayor) We make it rain (Make it rain) on these haters (on these haters) Get your umbrella fella cuz we blowin' hella chedda I'm the nigga that you scared of Cuz no one can do it better Fat Joe: Joe Crack, early 80's Crack baby-momma paid me Maybach, fly Mercedes Twerk that, pop it baby Them perty ladies, you drive me crazy Them skies is hazy, I'll drop like 80 Somebody tell Mr. Bentley to get his umbrella Katrina not, it's just the one fella Who got dumb chedda, and need a brain surgeon Got me a designated thrower cuz my hand's hurtin' I make it rain, it's Coca bitch It's not a game, them vatos locos rich Ain't nuttin' wrong with wanting a happy ending And we don't need a hotel, we parking lot pimpin' Bitch Hook Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |