Make It Rain Remix

You wanna see some ass (yeah) I wanna see some cash (it's the President) Keep them dollars comin' And that's gon' make me dance (remix) You wanna see me tip I wanna see you strip Make that pussy work Make me work them hips Make it clap, bitch Make it, make it rain, trick Make it clap, bitch Make it, make it rain, trick Make it clap, bitch Make it, make it rain, trick Make it clap, bitch (It's the-it's the remix) [Verse 1: R. Kelly] It's rainin', it's pourin' like it ain't no roof Got me on y'all camera phone while I'm fucked up off that Goose I'ma stand up on these couches Rain while they watchin' And let these bitches know I got a bank in my pocket 'Cause I don't give a damn, I'm gettin' fucked up tonight (tonight) Let these bitches know it's gon' be rainstorms tonight (tonight) Ma, I'ma buy that ass, I'ma ride that Ciroc, pineapple, cranberry, mama, try that She throwin' ass so fast, I can't even catch it (Go slow motion) so I can make it rain, bitch Tryna cop my flow but it's too fast for yo' brain And them haters tryna catch me but my flow be switchin' lanes Shoot my flow and hit my target like I'm on a range And them popos never catch me 'cause my flow is on a plane Got a whole team, DNE Y'all know that's much respect Them motherfuckas bootleggin' the shit I ain't even wrote yet Make it clap, bitch Make it, make it rain, trick Make it clap, bitch Make it, make it rain, trick Make it clap, bitch Make it, make it rain, trick Make it clap, bitch (It's the-it's the remix) And she comin' down that pole like she own that mf Soon as this hit club closed I'm be on that mf 'cause she wanna be with Kells Need somewhere to stay the night, Maybach is a hotel (Make it, make it rain, trick) No, you be on that bullshit Take that whole thing off, bitch, or I ain't givin' you shit Make it clap (uh-huh), make it clap (uh-huh), make it clap (uh-huh) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] It's Gucci Travis Porter, yeah Strip club anthem East Atlanta Zone 6 I got my bank, need to thank me Big ups to my auntie [?] to my plugs To my family, do what thugs do First I make it rain on 'em Then they tat my name on 'em Her and her crew dance all night I might spend a thang on 'em (Gucci) Bricksquad monopoly All yo' homegirls jockin' me (squad) All my homeboys smokin', drankin' Everyday go out to eat I'm very wealthy, very healthy I'm not cocky, not at all Very rocked up, I'm like Rocky More money means more Versace [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] When I fall up in the club (in the club), it's a light show Valet park Stomach flat, light pole Choppas on deck (on deck), I'm Rambo Big chains, stacks on deck, I'm goin' ham, hoe (I am) She serious (she serious) I like her swag (swag) I fuck around and buy that bitch a Louie bag (purse) I make it, make it, make it thunderstorm (storm) I'm Y-O-G-O-T-T-I, no ones (Yo Gotti) Hundred dollar bills, see 'em in the sky [?] We make money fly Travis Porter came up with another hit (hit) And yo Gotti just threw out like another brick [Verse 4: Rick Ross] TC, I'm one trill nigga Sean John fuck that Hilfiger Girl, you need yo ass kicked Why you need your hair did? Fuckin' all them broke niggas Now you known as free pussy That's one thing I don't need I just need some sweet pussy Red and Black Camaro Bank account on Donald Trump Hit me on my BBM We'll swag it out when you wanna fuck Catch me down at Walters Trunk full of then Converse Rollin' in that Magic City All they scream is one word [Chorus] You wanna see some ass (yeah) I wanna see some cash (uh-huh) Keep them dollars comin' (yeah) And that's gon' make me dance And that's gon' make me dance And that's gon' make me dance (yeah) Make it, make it rain, trick Make it, make it rain, trick Make it, make it rain, trick (T-Mix, baby) I'm I'm make it rain bitch I'm I'm make it rain bitch I'm I'm make it rain bitch I'm I'm make it rain bitch [Verse 5: T-Pain] I'ma make it drizzle a little (drizzle a little) You make it wiggle a little (wiggle a little) Teddy Pain wanna get in the middle Bounce shake move, wiggle I'm in the club, somebody better come turn off my kill switch Now that's you let the beat build, bitch Round and round that pole she go That sound she make when she hit the flo' go boom I wanna take her to my room Fo' sho, fo' sho' (Fo' sho, fo' sho' ) I know you know every time I come it, it's jumpin' I'm the King of, King of Diamonds I don't have to spend no money What you said [Verse 6: B.o.B] TIP, bitch, Grand Hustle Kings, yes We obviously poppin' and poppin' A bottle of vodka They probably gon' faint (They probably gon' faint) Yeah, they probably gon' faint Dolla for dolla, it's gon' rain Yes, thinkin' I'ma cake for you Maybe with monopoly money it might sprinkle Take the panties from around yo' ankles I'ma star so I must be spangled Make a nigga like me say, "Thank you ma'am, you look good from this angle." Amen, I'ma have to hit Playboy Trey up 'Cause it's all the champagne you can drink up, man We gon' need another champagne (okay) So bring it on back (whap whap) Show me love, give my lap a tap Every time I spit my rap She just get to movin' and she can't hold back (yes) It's B.o.B, Bobby Ray No, you ain't just seein' thangs That's okay to be amazed All this [?] Don't mean a thing I bring the rain to clean yo' drains out [Verse 7: Wale] We ballin' (we ballin') (check it out) I'ma make it rain Straight shots, don't toast champagne A K.O.D., a little bit of change And these broads all know my name, hol' up I'ma make it rain Straight shots, don't toast champagne Magic City, a little bit of change And these broads all know my name, let's get it crack One time, DC, where the city at? If she give it to me now, she gon' give it back I'ma need to know now, can a brother crack Or a brother got a role like a brother act I'm foolish, shawty I just wanna know can we do this, shawty Slob all on you and shawty And I can be a hoe to yo' two lips, shawty I'ma make it rain, trick This a little change, trick Henny got me spinnin' like a fuckin' hurricane, chick DCPG where I be (yeah) L-O-U-D air I breathe (yeah) She like me from no hands but I'ma need her to use no teeth Ion know you chick, you don't know me Baby, I'ma dog so the hoes all flea Hot whip, somethin' cold on my feet This is not somethin' that I wrote for the queens You just do yo' thang, chick I'ma let you hang, chick She say she at Magic City And I'm David Blaine, bitch [Verse 8: Juicy J] Got so many bands, bitch I stay smokin' weed, blowin' ashes I pop champagne by the masses I'm Juicy J with the glasses The way she dance, I'ma fuck with her I'ma be one of yo' customers I'ma be tryna put nut on ya Face as a place for a coverup Fuck a black card, I'm all paper Strippers know me, I'm y'all favorite My weed be rolled up all Taylored I get money, fuck all haters So much gwap, too much for pockets Any chick in me, I'ma toss 'em When they see me throwin' them racks out They pussy gon' be drippin' like a faucet [Verse 9: Tyga] Make it rain, make it rain Weatherman, hot thunderstorm Thunderstorm, light yellow bone C-c-can you swim in a flood I'm dope as fuck That metal spoon That evil green wrapped in balloon I need my space, I'm on the move Put it in my face, her ass is huge High school, Big Booty Judy You can sit juice on it Act a fool, this fool rollin' Creampie, get a scoop of it Ugh I'm nasty OG, I'm swag deep Fresh with the plastic My shirt off, blasted Batter, batter, batter, batter Swing your legs in the air I'm in the maze, she float away Undo my shades, can't help but stare Rubberband man, bitch (take that, take that, take that, take that) Sweep it with your hands, bitch Watch that toke that take that (take that) She said [Verse 10: Lola Monroe] Now let's get this shit straight You won't make it hurricane 'cause I already heard of lames Who come in the club, no money With no honey, I don't see you 'Cause my broccoli growin' So watch it continue like a sequel Equal, never She struggle with 20 on pump 6 (6) Me, I go to Gucci and get six pairs in one trip I'm that bitch, I'm that bitch I tried to told you mother suckers My ego have you wanna [?] now Make it rain trick, make it, make it rain, trick When you see her bounce first Left, right, know where to aim it Then she twerk it down and wind it up Though whatcha came with Throw a couple stack up on [?] She could make you famous [Verse 11: Ace Hood] A to the C to the E to the H to the double O-D That's me, fuck wit it Any nigga move, he can meet that tool He can catch 'bout two, tell 'em fool come get it I ain't with the mf games See, you got a lil' change, you comfortable No I don't fuck round, tell a nigga duck down I'ma make it rain, hoe New Orleans flood flow Used to ride a bucket Now I'm pushin' in a Range Rove Not 22s, 23s, 24s or 25s Pull up in the fliest ride 26, the thinnest tires That's just how I does it Relate to money like cousins We eat you people, [?] I keep the shit 100 Yo' money smaller than Wee Man Never reachin' my wing span Make the bitches go pecan Nuts for all of this D, man Dick 'em up with that totem pole Knock 'em out like I'm Sammy So Make [?] Where did all my semen go I done made it rain, hoe You should see a rainbow Wait, where did all the time go But I don't know her name though (You wanna see some...) 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