Make It Rain Songtext
von Little Marbles
Make It Rain Songtext
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
If you′re drillin' these chicks like Major Payne
When I make it rain, baby, like do it again
From the club to the cop inside my gates
Up in the bedroom screamin′ each other's names
They was pretty pretty, I was flirty flirty
Little dro, little dub, now it's gettin′ 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 try 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 fuck one model
Then I order more bottles, now I got more models
I′m from the city where the niggas don't play man
I take a chick to my room like hey man
So ask your girlfriend my name
I bet she go skeet skeet skeet skeet
When the man′s about to make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Uh, uh, uh
Ayo, 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-ah, I make it rain on ya
He never makes it rain like Southern California
Now where′s your umbrella? Now get your raincoat
Baby, I′ll make it flood, and you gon' need a boat
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
If you′re drillin' these chicks like Major Payne
When I make it rain, baby, like do it again
From the club to the cop inside my gates
Up in the bedroom screamin′ each other's names
They was pretty pretty, I was flirty flirty
Little dro, little dub, now it's gettin′ 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 try 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 fuck one model
Then I order more bottles, now I got more models
I′m from the city where the niggas don't play man
I take a chick to my room like hey man
So ask your girlfriend my name
I bet she go skeet skeet skeet skeet
When the man′s about to make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Uh, uh, uh
Ayo, 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-ah, I make it rain on ya
He never makes it rain like Southern California
Now where′s your umbrella? Now get your raincoat
Baby, I′ll make it flood, and you gon' need a boat
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Scott Storch, Joseph Cartagena Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
