(feat. R. Kelly, T.I., Rick Ross, Birdman, Lil´ Wayne,..)

Whoo!
Roxanne, (Its Khals bitches! Owww!) You don´t have to turn off your red light...

[Fat Joe:]
Static!
Let´s make it rain on these niggaz (Remix!)

[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 (Remix!)
I´m in this bitch with the terror (We back! Let´s go!)
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 (Remix! Remix! We back!)
I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes

[R. Kelly:]
If you drilling these chicks they like Major Payne
When I make it rain, they be like "yo... do it again"
From the club to the coupe, inside my gates
Up in my bedroom screaming that you´re the snake
They was perty perty, and I was flirty flirty
Lil´ dro, lil´ bub now they getting´ dirty dirty
Don´t ax 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 niggaz don´t play mayn
I take a chick to my room like caveman
So ask your girlfriend my name, I bet she go
"Skeet skeet skeet, Weatherman ´bout to make it rain!"

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne:]
Blat, blat, blat, blat, hey Joe uh 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 you
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 shy rockin´ Gucci in the Bentley (Super fly)
White rose 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]

[T.I.:]
Come see me a crackin´, in the club flossin´
40 thou´ in my stacks, 20 stacks in my jeans
No real boss niggaz do real boss things
We bout that shit, you just talkin´
You´nna slang rocks? Then how with my girls
In the 430 down the strip I zoom?
Gonna drop it day 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 category me
Like you can get a better salary to me
El capitan, game Numbero 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 fuck 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 gettin´ 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 the metal while lookin 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 ´blama beamed up
When I see her gotta handle my bui-nah
I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck

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[Rick Ross:]
305 in my yayo
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 fiftys
If the head, right Ricky there every night
Joey I was listenin´
Uh, 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:]
Your crack girly
80s crack baby´s momma paid me
Maybach, fly Mercedes
Birth that, drop a baby
Them perty ladies, they drive me crazy
Them skies is hazy, I´ll pop like 80
Someone 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 thower, cause my hand´s hurtin´
I make it rain, its cock-eyed bitch
It´s not a game, I´m ´bout those locos rich
Ain´t nothing wrong with wanting a happy ending
And we don´t need a hotel, we park in lot pimpin´
Bitch!

[Hook]