FOR YOU
Yeah
Ugh
Yeah
I'ma throw a bag on you
I'ma pop tags on you
Hit the mall and spent cash on you
Put my last on you
I can't wait to brag on you
Girl, you got all that ass on you
I'ma make it rain for you (rain for you)
Throw it all in the air let it fall
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
Let it sprinkle like confetti let it land, damn, wow
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
Throw it all in the air let it fall
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
Throw it all in the air let it fall
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
I'ma call-up, Johnny Dang, for you
Tell him he gon' have to make a ring for you
I'ma send a plane for you
Put it on top of the Range for you
Keep it silent, it can be arranged for you
I'ma do my thang for you
I'ma do my thang, yeah
She gon' do her thang
And she gon' throw it back like she dancin' on the stage
By the way she make it clap, clap
Fuckin' up thе mattress
Know I gotta have that
I bought some nеw AMIRI jeans and you can get you some to match, yeah
Go to black sand beaches for the weekend to relax, yeah
I wonder if your best friends know that you're nasty
But I'm going dumb, all these hundreds I'ma thumb with you
I'ma make it rain for you
Throw it all in the air let it fall
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
Let it sprinkle like confetti let it land, damn, wow
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
Throw it all in the air let it fall
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
Throw it all in the air let it fall
Girl, I'ma put a bag on you
I'ma pop tags on you
Hit the mall and spent cash on you
Put my last on you
I can't wait to brag on you
Girl, you got all that ass on you
I'ma make it rain for you
I'ma take you out and show you off like a parade
You got too much class to ever fly economy
I ain't worried bout your past, I'm tryna see what's good today
Yes, I'm tryna see something, she make her body go dumb
She said I make her feel good, like a Kid Cudi hum
Promise to die for my bitch, like Master P son
I drip designer on the jet, you was really on the runway
I've been thanking God for these bands, like taking back Sundays
I've been tryna count it up with both hands, I can't hold it
I could give it to you, not like an advance, in the moment
I can't fuck with none of these hoes, they only fans
Might have to put a ring on after the way she dancing on me
Throw it all in the air let it fall (throw it all in the air let it fall)
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you (girl, I'ma make it rain for you)
Let it sprinkle like confetti let it land, damn, wow (let it sprinkle like confetti let it land, damn, wow)
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you (girl, I'ma make it rain)
Throw it all in the air let it fall (throw it all in the air let it fall)
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you (girl, I'ma make it rain)
Throw it all in the air let it fall (throw it all in the air let it fall)
Girl, I'ma put a bag on you (I'ma put a bag on you)
I'ma pop tags on you (I'ma pop tags on you)
Hit the mall and spend cash on you (cash on you)
Put my last on you (put my last on you)
I can't wait to brag on you (I can't wait to brag on you)
Girl, you got all that ass on you (girl, you got all that ass on you)
I'ma make it rain for you (I'ma make it rain for you)
Ugh
Yeah
I'ma throw a bag on you
I'ma pop tags on you
Hit the mall and spent cash on you
Put my last on you
I can't wait to brag on you
Girl, you got all that ass on you
I'ma make it rain for you (rain for you)
Throw it all in the air let it fall
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
Let it sprinkle like confetti let it land, damn, wow
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
Throw it all in the air let it fall
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
Throw it all in the air let it fall
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
I'ma call-up, Johnny Dang, for you
Tell him he gon' have to make a ring for you
I'ma send a plane for you
Put it on top of the Range for you
Keep it silent, it can be arranged for you
I'ma do my thang for you
I'ma do my thang, yeah
She gon' do her thang
And she gon' throw it back like she dancin' on the stage
By the way she make it clap, clap
Fuckin' up thе mattress
Know I gotta have that
I bought some nеw AMIRI jeans and you can get you some to match, yeah
Go to black sand beaches for the weekend to relax, yeah
I wonder if your best friends know that you're nasty
But I'm going dumb, all these hundreds I'ma thumb with you
I'ma make it rain for you
Throw it all in the air let it fall
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
Let it sprinkle like confetti let it land, damn, wow
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
Throw it all in the air let it fall
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
Throw it all in the air let it fall
Girl, I'ma put a bag on you
I'ma pop tags on you
Hit the mall and spent cash on you
Put my last on you
I can't wait to brag on you
Girl, you got all that ass on you
I'ma make it rain for you
I'ma take you out and show you off like a parade
You got too much class to ever fly economy
I ain't worried bout your past, I'm tryna see what's good today
Yes, I'm tryna see something, she make her body go dumb
She said I make her feel good, like a Kid Cudi hum
Promise to die for my bitch, like Master P son
I drip designer on the jet, you was really on the runway
I've been thanking God for these bands, like taking back Sundays
I've been tryna count it up with both hands, I can't hold it
I could give it to you, not like an advance, in the moment
I can't fuck with none of these hoes, they only fans
Might have to put a ring on after the way she dancing on me
Throw it all in the air let it fall (throw it all in the air let it fall)
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you (girl, I'ma make it rain for you)
Let it sprinkle like confetti let it land, damn, wow (let it sprinkle like confetti let it land, damn, wow)
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you (girl, I'ma make it rain)
Throw it all in the air let it fall (throw it all in the air let it fall)
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you (girl, I'ma make it rain)
Throw it all in the air let it fall (throw it all in the air let it fall)
Girl, I'ma put a bag on you (I'ma put a bag on you)
I'ma pop tags on you (I'ma pop tags on you)
Hit the mall and spend cash on you (cash on you)
Put my last on you (put my last on you)
I can't wait to brag on you (I can't wait to brag on you)
Girl, you got all that ass on you (girl, you got all that ass on you)
I'ma make it rain for you (I'ma make it rain for you)
Credits
Writer(s): Peter Wilkins, Kene Ekwunife, Joseph Davis, Greg Landfair Jr
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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