Текст песни Birdman ft. Lil Wayne - Fat Joe

Like Father, Like Son
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Birdman ft. Lil Wayne
Альбом: Like Father, Like Son
Длительность: 04:32
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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 I'm in this bitch with the 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, I make it rain on them hoes I be drilling these chicks 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 each other's name 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 skeet, Weatherman 'bout to make it rain!" 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 Fresh to death on 'em We throwin' money on 'em Stay fly, 25s when we ride on 'em Alligator suede, custom with the shades (Stunna 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 23's (Stay fly) Goin' to the club, nigga in a new fleet All red doors up, doin' it like a real G Come see me & Crack, in the club flossin' .40 cal in my jacket, 20 stacks in my jeans No, real boss niggaz do real boss things We bout that shit, you just talkin' Young Sam Rothstein, see how with my goons 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-ing me nigga Like you can get a better salary than me El capitan, game Numero Uno I flood pussy clubs, ask any stripper you know Ace mizzy get all the hoes Finna 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 clip --- to protect it from me She gotta ride for the A, pop 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 business I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck 3:05 in Mi-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, pullin up, 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!)
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