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- Titre : Make It Rain (Remix)
- Année : 2007
Paroles :
Whoo!Roxanne, (Its Khals bitches! Owww!) You don't have to turn off your red light...
[Fat Joe:]
Static!
Let's make it rain on these niggaz (Remix!)
[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch for terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix!)
I'm in this bitch for terror (We back! Let's go!)
Gotta 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
[R. Kelly:]
If you drilling these chicks like Major Payne
When I make it rain, they be like do it again
From the club to the coupe, inside my gates
Up in my bedroom screaming that you're the snake
They was perty perty, and I was flirty flirty
Lil' dro, lil' bub now they getting' dirty dirty
Don't ax me what my name is, stupid bitch I'm famous
You gon' make me aim this
Leave your ass brainless
I'm tryin' to stay R&B
But the 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 me
I take a chick to my room like caveman
So ask your girlfriend my name, I bet she go
Skeet skeet skeet skeet, Weatherman but to make it rain!
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne:]
Blat, blat, blat, blat, hey Joe uh let me git 'em
Is 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 you
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
We throwin' money on 'em
Stay fly, 25 when we ride on 'em
Alligator suede, custom with the shades
Make it snow in the club, bitches know we paid
Stay shy rockin' Gucci in the Bentley (Super fly)
White rose for my broad on them 23
Goin' to the club, nigga in a new fleet
All red doors up, doin' it like a real G
[Hook]
[T.I.:]
Come see me a crackin', in the club fossin'
Forty thou' in my stacks, twenty stacks in my jeans
No real boss niggaz do real boss things
We bout that shit, you just talkin'
You slang rocks then how with my go
In the for hundred thirty strip I zoom?
Drop it day real, but I feel like Joe
Big glock, I carry make a real big BOOM
Make moves like a young tycoon
Come through like a young typhoon
Category three, don't be category me
Like you can get a better salary mia
El capitan, game Numero Uno
Flood pussy clubs, ask any stripper you know
[Ace Mack:]
Ace mizzy get all the hoes
Gonna teach them shit they want to know
Like fuck that pussy ass 9-4 girl
Make that bucket a pot of gold
It ain't no money like custom money
It ain't no bitch like a hustle bunny
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, gotta rock with a bezzle on the trigger finger
Boss bitch of the ghetto, my Spanish Trina
Talk shit to a nigga with the blama beamed up
When I see her gotta handle my bui, I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck
[Hook]
[Rick Ross:]
I be reppin my city
Blowin hundreds and fiftys
If the head right, Ricky there every night
Joey I was listenin'
Uh, dubs, spinnin' rims
Time to spend some dividends
My money they swimmin' in
I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I'm the mayor (I'm the mayor)
Make it rain (Make it rain!), on these haters (on these haters!)
Get your umbrella fella, cause we blowin' hella chedda, I'm the nigga that you scared of
Cause no one can do it better
[Fat Joe:]
Your crack girly 80s
Crack baby's momma paid me
Maybach, fly Mercedes
Birth that, drop a baby
Them perty ladies, they drive me crazy
Them skies is hazy, I'll pop like 80
Someone tell Mr. Bentley to bring his umbrella
Katrina not, its just a one fella
Who got dumb chedda, and need a brain surgeon
Got me a designated thower, cause my hand's hurtin'
I make it rain, its cock-eyed bitch
It's not a game, I'm 'bout those locos bitch
Ain't nothing wrong with wanting a happy ending
And we don't need a hotel, we park in lot pimpin'
Bitch!
