Make It Rain (Remix)

[Intro: Woosh!] [Hook - Lil Wayne] Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the terror Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella I make it rain, I make it rain I'm in this bitch 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 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 niggas 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 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 shine rockin' Gucci in the Bentley 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] [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 niggas do real boss things We bout that shit, 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 pussy clubs; ask any stripper you know [Ace Mack] Ace Mizzy get all the hoes Gonna teach them shit they want to know Like shake that pussy, ass, 9-4 girl Make that bucket a pot of gold It ain't no money like custom money It ain't no bitch like a hustle bunny Ain't no bitch 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 bitch of the ghetto, my Spanish Trina Talk shit to a nigga 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 class 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 nigga 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 coca bitch! 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'