Fat Joe - Make It Rain (Remix) Lyrics

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R. Kelly: 
Whoo, Roxanne 
(It's Kells bitches, Owww) 
You don't have to turn off your red light 

Fat Joe: 
Scottie (I'm in the building), let's make it rain on these niggaz (Remix) 

Hook 
Lil' Wayne: 
Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the Terror 
Got a 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) 
Got a 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 

Verse 1 
R. Kelly: 
I be drilling these chicks they like Major Payne 
When I make it rain, they be like "Kelz do it again" 
From the club to the Coupe, inside my gates 
Up in my bedroom screaming eachothers name 
They was perty perty, and I was flirty flirty 
Lil' dro, lil' bub now they gettin' dirty dirty 
Don't ask me what my name is, stupid bitch I'm famous 
You gon' make me aim this, leave yo' ass brainless 
I'm tryna 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 man 
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" 

Hook 

Verse 2 
Lil Wayne: 
Blat, blat, blat, blat, hey Joey, let me get '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 ya 
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 (Belive that) 
We throwin' money on 'em (Money on 'em) 
Stay fly, 25s when we ride on 'em (Thats how we ride) 
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 Rolls for my broad on them 23s (Stay fly) 
Goin' to the club, nigga in a new fleet (Yeah) 
All red doors up, doin' it like a real G 

Hook 

Verse 3 
T.I.: 
Come see me and Crack in the club flossin' 
.40 Cal in my jacket, 20 stacks in my jeans 
Know real boss niggaz do real boss things 
We 'bout that shit, you just talkin' 
Y'all Sam Rossting, I'm with my goons 
In the 430 down the strip I zoom 
Gonna drop it January but it feel like June 
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 
When these niggaz like to get a better salary than me 
I el capitan, king, numero uno 
I flood pussy clubs, ask any stripper you know 

Verse 4: 
Ace Mack: 
Ace mizzy get all the hoes (Yeah) 
Gonna teach them shit they want to know (Yeah) 
Like fuck that puss ass 9 to 4 girl 
Make that bucket a pot of gold (Get 'em) 
It ain't no money like custom money (Nope) 
It ain't no bitch like a hustle bunny (Nope) 
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 
Got the rock with the bezel on the trigger finger 
Boss bitch of the ghetto, my Spanish Trina 
Talk shit to a nigga with the blammer beamed up 
When I see her gotta handle my bi' 
And I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck 

Hook 

Verse 4 
Rick Ross: 
(305 in Miami, hey Kelz call Joe let him know im at the rolex
i just ran out of money, i need to borrow 50 thousand cash,
come through baby we make it rain,
 D class on the way too we got 100 grand wit 'em, triple c's,
 oh yeah this the remix) 
I be reppin' my city (city), blowin' 100s and 50s (50's) 
If the headright, Ricky there err night 
Joey I was listenin' 
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) 
We make it rain (Make it rain) on these haters (on these haters) 
Get your umbrella fella cuz we blowin' hella chedda 
I'm the nigga that you scared of 
Cuz no one can do it better 

Fat Joe: 
Joe Crack, early 80's 
Crack baby-momma paid me 
Maybach, fly Mercedes 
Twerk that, pop it baby 
Them perty ladies, you drive me crazy 
Them skies is hazy, I'll drop like 80 
Somebody tell Mr. Bentley to get his umbrella 
Katrina not, it's just the one fella 
Who got dumb chedda, and need a brain surgeon 
Got me a designated thrower cuz my hand's hurtin' 
I make it rain, it's Coca bitch 
It's not a game, them vatos locos rich 
Ain't nuttin' wrong with wanting a happy ending 
And we don't need a hotel, we parking lot pimpin' 
Bitch 

Hook 

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lyrics submitted by AbeLinc15 on 28-01-2007
lyrics corrected by Jose Casado on 16-01-2008