Make it rain. Make it rain. Make it rain. Make it rain.
Make it rain. Make it rain. Make it rain. Make it rain.
I be drilling these chicks like Major Payne
When I make it rain, they be like "Do it again."
From the club to the cup, inside my gates,
Up in my bedroom screaming each others names
They was perty perty, and I was flirty flirty
Lil' dro, lil' dub now it's gettin' dirty dirty
Don't ask 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 the 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's about to make it rain!"
Make it rain. Make it rain. Make it rain. Make it rain.
Make it rain. Make it rain. Make it rain. Make it rain.
Uh uh ooooh
Hey yo 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 you
He never makes it rain, like Southern California
Now where's your umbrella? Now get your raincoat
Baby I make it flood, and you gon' need a boat
Make it rain. Make it rain. Make it rain. Make it rain.
Make it rain. Make it rain. Make it rain. Make it rain.
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes. (Make it rain. Make it rain.)
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes. (Make it rain. Make it rain.)
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes. (Make it rain. Make it rain.)
I make it rain, I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes. (Make it rain. Make it rain.)