Lyrics:
a rock star
We wanna party like a rap star
In the club, in the house or the backyard, yeah
You make it rain with ones
I make it rain with hunds
suit with the bow-tie
Yeah
I make it rain with dollars
Had you leanin back till you popped your collar
Mo money (mo money), let's get it (let's get
can it nigga, we don't even like rap!
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Got the Mack in the grass
And the nine in the dumpster
Duck when they pass
One time
for you, snitch
Watch your back, I'm coming with the blink
Watch your six, we bouta get lit
Like Tracksuit Mafia in the city
I'm finally make it trippy
Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It
and the roaches
Now a nigga's blunts sitting as
Fat as my roaches
Bout to go ham, you niggas just kosher
I'm a shark in the water
See the fin and it's over
Bitch
gang, aka them Ladder boys, we back
We back i ain't playin
I said i don't make it rain, I ain't rich
I ain't got a milli
I ain't trynna chase a bitch
Lick it Up
Lick It Up
Lick It Up
Yea
Say u like to hear
Your name called
Not just for money
Yea
Say u want to make
It rain
And not just with
every time I make love
I can’t let a nigga catch me slipping while I’m slidding in it
Sell it by the whole so don’t call if you ain’t buying any
I been in
it
You'd like me to bitch so why don't you fucking admit it
I forgot your name so I'ma call ya hoe
When I snap, you'll answer to your Uncle Joe
Bitch,
nine years
[Jamie Maddrox:]
I don't know you fat bitch!
[Some bitch:]
It's me, Jenny
I sat behind you in Mrs. Coberry's chemistry class
nine years
[Jamie Maddrox:]
I don't know you fat bitch!
[Some bitch:]
It's me, Jenny
I sat behind you in Mrs. Coberry's chemistry class
Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow)
Yo there's more to life than just credit cards and money
Now why we ballers sweatin' crazy chasin hunnies?
You know it's funny
Told her lean back, Fat Joe
My body different, I could take your soul (body different)
Only two ways this could go (go, hol' on)
You know (you know),
woulda know that life would've been this way
Then again, if I knew, then would I do it the same
Beamer Olive it's blue in the rain
Copped my man
have had
The charge
Of what I was put through
To close
The greatest economy
In the history of our country
And by the way
Now it's being built again
her down in gold
Back it up for me drop it down real slow
Put her in a mink make her ask what's cold
Back it up for me drop it down real slow
Play ya
I'm havin' another one of those days
Try to alleviate all the pain
Passing months and years to decades
Don't have the funds to make it rain
Craftin'
Yea, mami jus like that bend down grab ya ankles, do it for crack
Damn should be illegal how that ass so fat
The way you shake yo shit make me wanna
Then Lil Wayne, Fat Joe, "make it rain on them hoes"
I snap my fingers, I do my step
And I can do it all by myself
Anywhere you meet me, guaranteed it's
with movement
I'm a triple G, ain't losing
Punch man, make sure it's filmed by Kugan
and you know
It aint no doubt
Haters in my section
But ive learned to cut them off
Steady moving like a gangsta
Lean back Fat Joe I dont dance Bruh
All
of the game, that flood the state
In a stretch Phantom, with more Windows than Bill Gates
(Chorus)
(Nelly)
Uhh, uhh, Joey Crack!
(Fat Joe)
Yeah,
(4:30 in the morning, mira)
You know what I mean, mira
Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back, give me my shit back)
Yo, Fat Joe and them is
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