I'm a Make It Rain b**h
I'm a Make It Snow Hoe
Fly Into The Club And Turn That b**h Into A Snow Globe
Like I Bought A Plane I'm about to Watch My Money Fly
Cause I'm a make it rain b**h Indian Tribe
Coldest Ever Done it b**h
O.F.F. we runnin sh**
Father Of This Rap Game
I Put The Track On Punishment
Groupies to dike hoes
They get a taste of the wonder stick
Lame n***as be Virgin ticks
They squares like that punnett sh**
Do it with no hands
Xbox Kinect
She drop it for the grand
Biscuits get her wet
Gravy a** weed
Crazy a** fun
Your love makes her happy
But money make her cum
Lame rappers, old news
Played out, your commend suit
And you can't slow me down
Cause b**h I'm running sh** like 3 shoes
I make it rain like 3 may
I'm eating good like 3 treys
And if her booty talk I put my n***a on the 3 way
I f** these girls the G way
12 dollars for a humping room
Show her a lil prada
Now she hotter then a junkin spoon
Thuggin hard but we swaggin to
All stars and good dope