Rain

Pull up in a Range
Pull up, money make it rain
Through the door, they scream my name
He talkin' hot, my choppa bang
10 racks in my pocket (Pocket)
10 racks, just for walkin' (Walkin')
10 racks, I was broke (Broke)
Now this money soggin'
Blow him down, if he come around
They don't want the smoke
Choppa really loud
You won't hear a sound
Why he on the ground?
He was talkin' crazy
I'm the best in town
That choppa gon' riff him up (Grrr)
If he keep talkin' crazy
We really gon' buff him up (Pew)
Man he think that he top or sum' (Hahaha)
If he keep talkin' crazy
That choppa will show him tough (Grrra)
Man I swear to god, that boy he left a bluff
But whenever he see me, he love to run (Foreigns)
Talkin' hot on the 'net, he do it for months
When I catch a boy lackin', it's gon' be fun
Leanin' of this Wockhardt (Aye)
Now I gotta go hard (Aye)
Got me feelin' slow as hell (Phew)
I'm finna need a cold start
Bitch, I need a genie
Pay me dollar bills like Mozart
Five-O, hit my Crip
Stop asking questions, I got no part
Pull up in a Range
Pull up, money make it rain
Through the door, they scream my name
He talkin' hot, my choppa bang
10 racks in my pocket (Pocket)
10 racks, just for walkin' (Walkin')
10 racks, I was broke (Broke)
Now this money soggin'
10 racks in my pocket
Choppa really get to wildin'
Look at all this green, I'm smilin'
Stack it up so high, it's pilin'
Man that boy for real, a joke
Dissin' me, you have no hope
Damn it's clued, it's hella low
Should I diss him back? No
That's free publicity
That's all that he wants
He really be fienin' me
Bet that boy was a fan of me
He's mad, cause I'm up
And it's really ashamed to see
Everybody love hatin' me
I be laughin' and laughin'
They never stop chasin' me
Man it's really a game to me
How the fuck is you hatin'
But you don't want playin' me
Pull up in a Range
Pull up, money make it rain
Through the door, they scream my name
He talkin' hot, my choppa bang
10 racks in my pocket (Pocket)
10 racks, just for walkin' (Walkin')
10 racks I was broke (Broke)
Now this money soggin'
Blow him down, if he come around
They don't want the smoke
Choppa really loud
You won't hear a sound
Why he on the ground?
He was talkin' crazy
I'm the best in town
That choppa gon' riff him up (Grrr)
If he keep talkin' crazy
We really gon' buff him up (Pew)
Man he think that he top or sum' (Hahaha)
If he keep talkin' crazy
That choppa will show him tough (Grrra)
Man I swear to god, that boy he left a bluff
But whenever he see me, he love to run (Foreigns)
Talkin' hot on the 'net, he do it for months
When I catch a boy lackin', it's gon' be fun
Leanin' of this Wockhardt (Aye)
Now I gotta go hard (Aye)
Got me feelin' slow as hell
I'm finna need a cold start
Bitch, I need a genie
Pay me dollar bills like Mozart
Five-O, hit my crip
Stop asking questions, I got no part
Pull up in a Range
Pull up, money make it rain
Through the door, they scream my name
He talkin' hot, my choppa bang
10 racks in my pocket (Pocket)
10 racks, just for walkin' (Walkin')
10 racks I was broke (Broke)
Now this money soggin'



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Andrew Barbaro
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