Weather Man

[Intro: Jim Jones & Stack Bundles]

This is Nine Trey news

I'm Jimmy Jones here with your weather

We apologize for the drought all week

But it looks like thunderstorms all weekend

We finna make it rain on you motherfuckers, ya heard me? (Look)

[Chorus: Stack Bundles & Jim Jones]

Weather man with that money, I make it rain on 'em (Yes, sir)

Weather man with that paper, I make it rain on 'em (Yes, sir)

Weather man with that kitty, I make it rain on 'em (Sheesh)

I make it rain on 'em (Sheesh), I make it rain on 'em (Yes, sir)

Weather man with that money, I make it rain on 'em (Yes, sir)

Weather man with that paper, I make it rain on 'em (Yes, sir)

Weather man with that kitty (Uh), I make it rain on 'em (Sheesh)

I make it rain on 'em (Sheesh), I make it rain on 'em

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]

I'm Rick James (Jones), "I'm rich, bitch," is what I tell her (I'm rich)

Just left the bank, I took fifty from the teller (Cash money)

I'm finna make it rain (Right), so get you an umbrella (Cover up)

We also make it snow, we cocaine gram sellers (That yayo)

Ballin', gettin' high, dollars fallin' from the sky (Ballin')

Big reefer cloud got it storming inside (Drizzlin')

Foreign outside, I'm usually foreign when I drive (Speedin')

Bet a buck sixty feels like you soaring in the sky

Blowing money on the liquor (Twisted)

We at the strip joint blowing money on the bitches (Let it rain)

We standin' on the bar throwing money like a pitcher (We get money)

But, nigga, I ain't slippin', got a fully-loaded trigger

And that can cause a heatwave (Get you clapped)

Huh, I mean, you diggin' you a deep grave

Niggas jump your ass, have 'em missin' you for three days (Where he at?)

Cam said that this nigga's a sucker (For real)

And that mean that this nigga's a sucker, ya heard that? I'm the (Capo)

[Chorus: Jim Jones, Jim Jones & Lil Wayne]

Weather man with that money, I make it rain on 'em (Ballin')

Weather man with that paper, I bought a Range on 'em (Capo)

Twenty grand worth of money, I bought champagne on 'em (Do it)

I make it rain on 'em (Do it), just let it rain on 'em (Do it)

Weather man with that money, I make it rain on 'em (Ballin)

Weather man with that paper, I bought a range on 'em (Capo)

Twenty grand worth of money, I bought champagne on 'em (Do it)

I make it rain on 'em (Do it), just let it rain on 'em (Do it)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Weezy fuckin' Baby, get him a leash

Young Money, Dipset, you betta believe

That gun got me walking like I got irregular knees

I be all over the bread like sesame seeds

Automatic with the money, like Reggie for three, haha

Big birds, no Sesame Street, bitch

I'm too clean, they ain't messin' with me

I'm just tryna see my decimals peak

These niggas just lighter than some vegetable meat (Okay)

These niggas just sweet like a Tahitian Treat (Haha), okay

They say I'm full of hot air, then I release the heat

Split a nigga from his teeth to feet (Damn), you know what I'm talkin about? (Yeah)

Yadadamean like Keak Da Sneak (Haha)

I go dollar for dollar, week for week (Okay), yeah

And Birdman said you niggas is bitches (Yeah)

So that mean you niggas is bitches, and me? I'm the

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Stack Bundles]

Weather man with that money, I make it rain on 'em

Weather man with that paper, I make it rain on 'em

Still ballin' after the hurricane

I'm the weather man with that money, I make it rain on 'em (Uh)

Weather man with that money, I make it rain on 'em (Yes, sir)

Weather man with that paper, I make it rain on 'em (Yes, sir)

Weather man with that kitty I make it rain on 'em (Sheesh)

I make it rain on 'em (Sheesh), I make it rain on 'em (Look)

[Verse 3: Stack Bundles]

Nothing changed, I'm shot callin' like I'm 'posed to be

Ballin' like I'm 'posed to be, I spoil her like she 'posed to be (Sheesh)

Find something bad, bag her like grocery

Lifestyle's like Six Flags, I'm rollin' coastally (Sheesh)

Pockets full of kitty, these niggas ain't gettin money like I was (Ha)

I make it rain on 'em, they callin' scattered showers (What?)

I'm the motherfuckin' weather man

Tornado money, can't fit it in a rubber band (Nah)

Check the news, it's gon' be a cloudy forecast (And what?)

And when I move, a couple goons in that R Class (Yes, sir)

She want a dope boy nigga that do numbers (Huh?)

A smile like lightning (And), and her ass like thunder (Sheesh)

I shows out and the whores all love it (Love it)

And when it stop drizzlin', the floors all flooded (Yes, sir)

In one night, blew bezel and charm money

Fuck it, it's nothin', I'm still spendin' Desert Storm money, ayy

[Chorus: Stack Bundles]

Weather man with that money, I make it rain on 'em (Yes, sir)

Weather man with that paper, I make it rain on 'em (Yes, sir)

Weather man with that kitty I make it rain on 'em (Sheesh)

I make it rain on 'em (Sheesh), I make it rain on 'em (Yes, sir)

Weather man with that money, I make it rain on 'em (Yes, sir)

Weather man with that paper, I make it rain on 'em (Yes, sir)

Weather man with that kitty I make it rain on 'em (Sheesh)

I make it rain on 'em (Sheesh), I make it rain on 'em