Fat Joe - Make It Rain (Remix) lyric
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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
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