Make It Rain (Remix)

[R Kelly]
Whoo!
Roxanne, (It's Kells bitches! Owww!) You don't have to turn off the red light...

[Fat Joe]
Scotty!
Let's make it rain on these niggaz (Remix!)

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch with tha Terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix!)
I'm in this bitch with tha Terror (We back! Let's go!)
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain, make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hos

[R. Kelly]
I be drillin these chicks like Major Payne
When I make it rain, they be like "Kel do it again"
From the club to the coupe, inside my gates
Up in my bedroom screaming each other's name
They was perty perty, and I was flirty flirty
Lil' dro, lil' bub now they gettin' dirty dirty
Don't ax me what my name is, stupid bitch I'm famous
You gon' make me aim this
Leave your ass 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 fuck with one model
Then I order more bottles, now I got more models
I'm from that city where them niggaz 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]

[Lil Wayne]
Blat, blat, blat, blat, hey Joey let me git '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 death 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, bitches know we paid
Stay shy rockin' Gucci in the Bentley (Super fly)
White rolls for my broad on them 23s
Goin' to the club, nigga in a new fleet
All red doors up, doin' it like a real G

[Hook]

[T.I.]
Come see me and Crack in the club flossin'
40 cal in my jacket, 20 stacks in my jeans
Know real boss niggaz do real boss things
We bout that shit, you just talkin'
Young Sam Rothstein, out with my goons
In the 430 down the strip I zoom
In the drop in January but it feel like June
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 category me
Wit these niggaz like ta get a better salary than me
El capitan, King
Numero Uno
I flood pussy clubs
Ask any stripper you know

[Ace Mack]
Ace mizzy get all the hos
Gonna teach them shit they want to know
Like fuck that pussy ass 9-4 girl
Make that bucket a pot of gold
It ain't no money like hustle money
It ain't no bitch like a hustle bunny
Ain't no bitch gettin' none of my money
That's why the money got a clip to protect it for me
She gotta ride for the A, hop for the A
Live for the minute or be out for the day
Hop the metal while lookin hot in stilettos
Gotta rock with a bezzle on the trigger finger
Boss bitch of the ghetto, my Spanish Trina
Talk shit to a nigga with the 'blama beamed up
When I see her gotta handle my B and
I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck

[Hook]

[R. Kelly]
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain
Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain

[Rick Ross]
I be reppin' my city, blowin hundreds & fiftys
If the head right, Ricky there erre' night
Joey I was listenin', blown up, 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)
We make it rain (make it rain), on these haters (on these haters)
Get yo umbrella fella, cause we blowin' hella chedda
I'm the nigga that you scared of, cause no one can do it betta

[Fat Joe]
Joe crack, early 80's,
crack baby momma paid me
Maybach, fly Mercedes
Perk that, drop it baby
Them perty ladies, they drive me crazy
Them skies is hazy, I'm pop like 80
Somebody 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 coca bitch
It's not a game, Them vatos locos rich
Ain't nothing wrong with wanting a little happy endin
And we don't need a hotel, we parkin' lot pimpin'
Bitch!

[Hook]