Текст песни Rick Ross - Make It Rain (feat. Fat Joe, R. Kelly, T.I., Lil Wayne, Baby, Ace Mac) (Remix)

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Whoo! Roxanne, (Its *Kells* 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 with the terror Gotta 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 da best! 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 *da best*!) I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes [R. Kelly:] I be drilling these chicks like Major Payne When I make it rain, they be like *Kell do it again* From the club to the coupe, inside my gates Up in my bedroom screaming *each others name* They was perty perty, and I was flirty flirty Lil' dro, lil' *buck* now they getting' dirty dirty Don't ask 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&amp;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, Weatherman 'bout to make it rain!" [Hook] [Lil Wayne:] Blat, blat, blat, blat, hey Joe uh let me git '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 We throwin' money on 'em Stay fly, 25s 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 23s 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 an Crack in, in the club flossin' 40 thou' in my stacks, 20 stacks in my jeans No real boss niggaz do real boss things We bout that shit, you just talkin' You'nna slang rocks? Then how with my girls In the 430 down the strip I zoom? Gonna drop it day real but I feel like Joe 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 Like you can get a better salary to me El capitan, *king* Numbero Uno I 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-nah I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck [Hook] [Rick Ross:] 305 in my yayo Hey Khal, call Joe up Let him know I'm bout to roll up I just ran outta money I need to borrow 50 thousand cash Come through baby, make it rain E class on the way to you Gotta a hundred grand for you<b

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