Weatherman

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]

Yeah

M.I.C. Records

Yeah

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]

I show up looking like money, that diamond chain on

Bitches is dick swinging, getting their hang on

Expensive frames on, touch me, your ass is grass

Speaking of grass, this stripper's tryna get rained on

I'm rich, but I ain't no drug dealer, I hang with them

I can talk business and talk shit on the same phone

My kidney floating, I'm drinking like I'm supposed to

They call me Frank The Tank in the hood, I'm old school

I keep a different bitch in the car when I roll though

Nigga, I be bringing out more hoes than the shows do

You got a girl, nigga, I got girls, nigga

The difference between us is my penis is plural, nigga

I'm nicknaming my car, call it "Ass In The Martin"

You niggas living like rats in a shackled apartment

Take that back, that's wack, it's the fact that you bought it

I act retarded, my mind's on the back of a carton

I never thought that I'd see the day that rappers was blogging

They sound hungry but them niggas is actually starving

Perhaps it's the chardonnay I'm at the crib sipping

You niggas working, but dig this here what [?] different

You're working out in the gym, how 'bout we kill niggas

We exercise by gun running and wig lifting

Sig spitting, the pimps see us, we're big pimping

I don't be sniffing no cane but that shit is tempting

[Hook 2x: Royce Da 5'9"]

Weatherman with that change, I make it rain on them

Weatherman with that thing, I go insane on them

Let a ho give me brain, the numbers change on them

When the cheddar go on their heads, bullets got names on them

[Verse 2: Sucka Free]

Weatherman in my hood, I make it snow there

Posted on blocks, getting higher than a goat there

If you're liking the flow, then nigga, you're a cokehead

Oh yeah, this thing on my waist got a kick like a steel toe

Earring wearing cutie, ring wearing elbow

M.I.C. chain saying hello

I'm looking cool in the whip, you niggas looking jello

Plus you got the pie face

I got more goons than Tom got friends on MySpace

Never hungry, no thanks

I ate, look mama, my plate's scrapped

They say the burbs don't make killers

We got them bodybags in, we're making a killing

You niggas snitching, we got the paperwork

Without no wheels, I still have a way to work

Welcome to the barbershop

Where we all keep cutters, not a knife

But a chopper motherfucker, real street smart, I can teach heart

My crew rock solid, y'all just trying to be hard

We love our kids, we're always overseas

But we hardly ever see ours

You can't rewind that time like a DVR

Y'all not, we are

We ball, stay fresh to death, we gon' see y'all

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kid Vishis]

I write raps with crack rocks on black paper

Rhyme savior, new grind, time to cake up

You're getting money, nigga pay up

You said you're balling, so thou give me two like a lay up

Real lyricist, been R.A.W

You ain't never been shit, that's why I don't fuck with you

Untouchable me, look and find V

In the Murcielago with a Birkin model

I'm known wherever I go, Chicago to Oslo

You ain't been across the water since they shut down Boblo

Streetwise volatile, but as far as music

You can call me Pablo, the rest of y'all the Cubans

Prime contender

Plus I roll with the king like I set a screen on one of LeBron's defenders

And the hoes want me like the clothes that say Doce

No bae, that's Do-che, you need an upgrade

You boys are funny, I rap for money, silly

And I been to more countries than you monkeys been to cities

Man, I grind everyday

The only thing you know 'bout hustling is the dance at a cabaret

And we cop that, mac 11's cock that

That beretta cock back, what you spit is not rap

I'm a pimp, what you want, Black, White, or Asian

Cars reserved, only bring them out on occasion

When I do, soon as I meet her, I hit the diva bust

And she leave it on her face like it's Noxzema

She was scream like she was possessed by a demon

Working on that cock and I pay her with my semen

You insecurely hate 'cause you see Royce

And Mike B the only ones left in the D with jewelry

But hate on, hater, the AR spray y'all

This fade all, I say y'all can lay down or lay off

[Hook]