[Intro: Young Dolph] BandPlay Damn, it's rainin' outside I wanted to jump in my drop-top today Rain, rain, go away Please come back another day (Let the band play) [Chorus: Young Dolph] Rain, rain, go away (Go away, go away) I'm Gabbana to the floor today Pocket full of rizzacks, 'bout to go and get some more today When you doin' big sh*t, lil' ni**a, they supposed to hate When you doin' big sh*t, lil' ni**a, they supposed to hate When you— When you doin' big sh*t, lil' ni**a, they supposed to hate When you doin' big sh*t, lil' ni**a, they supposed to hate When— When you doin' big sh*t, lil' ni**a, they supposed to hate (‘Posed to hate, ‘posed to hate, damn) [Verse 1: Young Dolph] Big bullsh*t only, I got a plate with a whole lot on it I'm havin' my way, right now, at the moment She got a ass, you can sit a glass on it My time cost money, got a price tag on it (You know that) We boys in the hood, but I kill a ni**a 'bout my sister like Tony (Montana) Smokin' orange tree, drinkin' the dirty orange Fanta (Raw) Too legit to motherfu*kin' quit like MC Hammer (It's Dolph) I asked her what's that thing right there, Nelly, Country Grammar (Dolph) Please, God free all of the real ones out the slammer (For real though) Trapper not a scammer (No), yellow b*tch, banana (Uh) She went to college in Atlanta but she from Savannah (Yeah) She gon' show out every time when I pull out the camera (Yeah) In the strip club my diamonds twerkin' harder than the dancers (Dance) [Chorus: Young Dolph] Rain, rain, go away (Go away, go away) Balenciaga to the floor today Pocket full of stizzacks, 'bout to go and and spend some dough today When you doin' big sh*t, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (Yeah, yeah, yeah) When you doin' big sh*t, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (Yeah, yeah, yeah) When you— When you doin' big sh*t, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (Yeah, yeah, yeah) When you doin' big sh*t, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (Yeah, yeah, yeah) When— When you doin' big sh*t, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Key Glock] Cartier on my wrist, Cartiers on my face I can smell you pussy ni**as, I can see the fu*kin' hate I be drivin' foreign whips (Skrrt), I be drivin' b*tches crazy I be gettin' a lotta cheese and I get a lotta cake (Yeah) Ten toes down, still to this day (This day) Lil' ni**a right there don't play Got a whole lotta shooters around my way (My way, buck, buck) Yeah, them ni**as don't play I'm a walkin' ticket, I break the bank The sh*t I do is the sh*t you can't Yeah, baby, I'm the sh*t, but I do not stank I'm all out West with a stick, no shank Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm all out West with a stick, no shank Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah My b*tch got a Glock in her purse, not mace Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah My b*tch got a Glock in her purse, not mace Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Got one on my hip and I'll put it in your face Bullets rainin', opps like [Chorus: Young Dolph] Rain, rain, go away (Go away, go away) I'm Chrome Hearts to the floor today Pocket full of rizzacks, ain't no tellin' what we on today When you doin' big sh*t, all that little sh*t just in the way (Yeah, yeah, yeah) When you doin' big sh*t, all that little sh*t just in the way (Yeah, yeah, yeah) When you— When you doin' big sh*t, all that little sh*t just in the way (Yeah, yeah, yeah) When you doin' big sh*t, all that little sh*t just in the way (Yeah, yeah, yeah) When you— When you doin' big sh*t, all that little sh*t just in the way (Yeah, yeah, yeah)