Fat Joe - Make It Rain (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Woosh!] [Hook - Lil Wayne] Yeah, I'm in this b**h with the terror Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella I make it rain, I make it rain I'm in this b**h with the terror 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 I make it rain, I make it rain, on them hoes [Verse 1 - R. Kelly] I be drilling these chicks like Major Payne When I make it rain, they be like "Kells, do it again!" From the club to the coupe, inside my gates Up in my bedroom screaming each others' names They was purrty-purrty, and I was flurrty-flurrty Lil' dro, lil' bub now they getting' dirty-dirty Don't ask me what my name is! Stupid b**h I'm famous! You gon' make me aim this, leave your a** brainless I'm tryin' to 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 f** with one model Then I order more bottles, now I got more models I'm from that city where them n***as 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 d**h 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, b**hes know we paid Stay shine rockin' Gucci in the Bentley White Rolls for my broad on them 23s Goin' to the club, n***a, in a new fleet All red doors up, doin' it like a real G [Hook] [Verse 3 - T.I.] Come see me a crackin' in the club, flossin' 40 cal in my jacket, 20 stacks in my jeans Know real boss n***as do real boss things We bout that sh**, you just talkin' You'nna slang rocks? Then out with my girls In the 430 down the strip I zoom Gonna drop it, eh, 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 categoryin' me Like you can get a better salary than me El Capitan, game numero uno I flood p**y clubs; ask any stripper you know [Ace Mack] Ace Mizzy get all the hoes Gonna teach them sh** they want to know Like shake that p**y, a**, 9-4 girl Make that bucket a pot of gold It ain't no money like custom money It ain't no b**h like a hustle bunny Ain't no b**h getting 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 on the metal, looking hot in stilettos Gotta rock with a bezzle on the trigger finger Boss b**h of the ghetto, my Spanish Trina Talk sh** to a n***a with the blamma beamed up When I see her gotta handle my bid-nah I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck [Hook] [Verse 4 - Rick Ross] 305 Em I Ayo 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 cla** on the way to you Gotta a hundred grand for you Triple Cs Oh yeah it's the remix I be reppin' my city Blowin' hundreds and fifties If the head right, Ricky there every night Joey I was listenin' On dubs, 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) Make it rain (Make it rain!), on these haters (on these haters!) Get your umbrella fella, cause we blowin' Hella chedda, I'm the n***a that you scared of Cause no one can do it better [Fat Joe] Joe Crack, girly 80s crack baby's momma paid me Maybach, fly Mercedes Birth that, drop a baby Them purrty ladies, they drive me crazy Them skies is hazy, I'll pop like 80 Someone tell Mr. Bentley to bring his umbrella Katrina not, it's just a one fella Who got dumb chedda, and need a brain surgeon Got me a designated thrower, cause my hand's hurtin' I make it rain, its c**a b**h! It's not a game, I'm 'bout those locos rich Ain't nothing wrong with wanting a little happy ending And we don't need a hotel, we parkin' lot pimpin'