Jim Jones, Stack Bundles and Lil Wayne - Looking At The Game
This is 9 tre news I’m Jimmy
Jones here with your weather
We apologize for the drout all week
But it looks like thunderstorms
All weekend we fittin to make
It rain on you motherfuckers (Ya Heard Me)
Look Weatherman with that money I
Make it rain on ‘em
Weatherman with that paper I make
It rain on ‘em
Weatherman with that kitty I make
It rain on ‘em (YEH)
I make it rain on ‘em
(YEH) I make it rain on ‘em (YESIR)
I’m Rick James I’m rich bitch
Is what I tell ‘em
Just left the bank I took 50 from the teller
(CashMoney) i’m fittin to make it rain
So getchu an umbrella
We also make it snow we cocaine gram sellers
(That Yayo)
Ballin gettin high throwin dolla’s
From the sky (balllllin)
Big reffer cloud got in storming inside
(drizzlin)
Foreign outside I’m usually foreign
When I drive (Speedin)
A buck sixty feels like you
Soaring in the sky
Blowing money on the liqiour (Twisted)
At the strip joint blowing
Money on the bitches (Let it rain)
We standin on the bar throwing
Money like a pitcher (Get money)
But nigga I ain’t slippin
Got a fully-loaded trigga
And that can cause a heatwave
(getchu clapped haa)
That mean you diggin you a deep grave
Nigga’s Jump yo ass have ‘em
Missin you for 3 days (Where he at?)
Cam says that this nigga’s a sucker (fareaal)
So that mean that this nigga’s a sucker
(Ya heard that? Capo)
I’m the, weatherman with that money I make
It rain on ‘em (Ballllin)
Weathetman with that paper I bought
A range on ‘em (Capo)
20 grand worth uh money I bought champagne
(Do it) i make it rain on ‘em
(Do it) Make it rain on ‘em (Do it)
Wezzy fuckin baby, Get ‘em a leash
Young money Dipset you betta believe
That gun got me walking like
I got irregular knees
I be all over the bread like sesomi seeds
Auto matic with the money like Reggi for 3
(laughing)
Big birds no Sesame Street, Bitch!
I’m to clean they ain’t messin with me
I’m just trying to see my decimals speak
Now these niggas just lighter then
Some good shit to me (Ok)
These niggas sweet like a taheshin treat (Ok)
They say I’m full of hot air
Then I release the heat
Split a nigga from his teeth to feet (Daamn)
Know what I’m talkin about
Know what I meaaan like keep the sneaks
I go dolla for dolla, week for week (Yeeah)
And Birdman said you niggas is bitches
So that mean you niggas is bitches, and Me?
I’m the Weatherman with that money I
Make it rain on ‘em
Weatherman with that paper I make
It rain on ‘em
Still Ballin after the hundred K
I’m the weatherman with that money I
Make it rain on ‘em
Weatherman with that money I make
It rain on ‘em
Weatherman with that paper I make
It rain on ‘em (Yesir)
Weatherman with that kitty I make
It rain on ‘em (Yeeah)
I make it rain on ‘em
(Yeeah) I make it rain on ‘em (yeah)
Look! Nuffin changed I’m still ballin like
I’m spose to be
Shot callin like I’m spose to be
I spoil her like she close to me (Yeeah)
Find something bad bag her like groceries
Lifestyles like Six Flags
I’m rollercoasterlly pockets full of kitty
These niggas ain’t gettin money like I was
I make it rain on em
They callin scattered showers (WHAAT)
I’m the motherfuckin Weatherman (Yeaah)
Tornado money can’t fit it in a rubberband
(Naah)
Check tha news It’s goin be a cloudy forecast
(And whaat) and when I move a couple
Goons in that R Class (Yesir)
She want a Doughboy nigga that do numbers
A smile likle lightning and
A ass like thunder (Yeeah)
I Shows out and the whores all love it
(Love it) and when it stop drizzlin
The floors all flooded (Yessir)
In one night blew bezzle on charm money
Fuck it it’s nothin I’m still
Spendin Desert Storm money
Written by:
JESSE BONDS WEAVER JR., JOSEPH JONES, JAMES ANDREWS, RAYQUON M. ELLIOTT
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