Fat Joe Make It Rain (Remix) Feat R Kelly, Li' Wayne, Baby, T.I. Lyrics

Whoo
Roxan, its Kells B*tches
you don't have to turn off
the red light
Scotty!
Let's make it rain on these n____z

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I'm in this b____ for terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this business of 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 on them hoes
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 on them hoes

[R. Kelly]
I be drilling these chicks like Major Payne
When I make it rain, they be like "Kell... 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 ask me what my name is, stupid b____ I'm famous
You gon' make me aim this, leave your a__ 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 talk with one model
Then I order more bottles, now I got more models
I'm from that city where them n____z don't play me
I take a chick to my room like cave man
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 deaf on 'em, we throwin money on 'em
Stay fly, 25s when we ride on 'em
Alligator suede, custom with the shades
make it slow in the club, b____es know I paid
Stay shy rockin' Gucci in the Bentley (Super fly)
White rolls for my broad on them 23s (Stay Fly)
Goin' to the club, n____ in da 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
Yo real boss n____z doin real boss things
We bout that s___, you just talkin'
Young Sam Rothstein, I'm with my goons
In the 430 down the strip I zoom?
In da 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 categorying me
Any n____ like ta get a better salary to me
El capitan, King
Numero Uno
I flood p____ clubs
Ask any stripper you know

[Ace Mack]
Ace mizzy get all the hoes
Gonna teach them s___ they want to know
Like f___ that p____ a__ 9-4, girl
Make that bucket a pot of gold
It ain't no money like hustle money
It ain't no b____ like a hustle bunny
Ain't no b____ gettin' none of my money
That 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
Pop the metal while lookin hot in stilettos
Gotta rock with a bezzle on the trigger finger
Boss b____ of the ghetto, my Spanish Trina
Talk s___ to a n____ with the 'blama beamed up
When I see her gotta handle my b
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 ere' night
Joey I was listenin', blown up, spinnin' rims
Time to spend some dividends, my money they swimmin' in
Ross, I'm the boss (I'm the boss), I'm the mayor (I'm the mayor), make it rain (make it rain), on these haters (on these haters)
Get yo umbrella fella, cause we blowin' hella chedda
I'm the n____ 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
TWERK that, drop IT BABY
Them perty ladies, they got me crazy
Them skies is hazy, I pop like 80
Somebody tell Mr. Bentley to BRING his umbrella
Katrina not, its 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 c___-eyed b____
It's not a game, Them vatos locos rich
Ain't nothing wrong with wanting a little happy ending
And we don't need a hotel, we parkin' lot pimpin'
(b____)