[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'