Make It Rain
Fat Joe Featuring R. Kelly Lil' Wayne Baby Rick Ross T.I. Lyrics
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Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
Cr, cr, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack
You hear the echo, man
I seen the best go 'cause he ain't have this metal
I'm a hustla's hustla, a pusher's pusher
You a busta, a custerma
I get you some cooka
Yeah, crack is a chemist
I pack an eleven
I mack in a seven
I'll clap at your reverend
I see you in NY
I'll send you an invite
You gon' need you a pass
That's the code that we live by
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
Oww, clap, clap, clap, gotta make that ass clap
Gotta make that ass clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap, gotta make that ass clap
Gotta make that ass clap
Now why's everybody so mad at the south for
Change your style up
Switch to southpaw
Jada, I was listenin' (listenin')
So I made him a anthem to make some dividends
Lil' mama, try to hit me with the shoulder lean
This cootco crack, and I control the team
Couple bricks stacked up on that triple beam
My dirty bro sippin' that Promethazeen
That gonja green, that Cali weed
A nigga lose his life try roll on me, now
Yup, yup, we get it
No advanced about it
And the rain keep fallin', even when it's drownin'
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
Mami's body is bangin', man
She got it, man, she does it all
She gets it poppin' with no hands
I'll make it pour
I'll make it rain on 'em
I'll lay a game to 'em
I'm gassin' misses to tattoo my name on 'em
Gotta get that baby love
Gotta get my paper up
Gotta suspect me exactly
Test this crack and want a ring on us
And you know what it is
Yo, it's them powder kids
And we know how to biz, so we don't give a shit
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
The lyrics to Fat Joe's Make It Rain featuring Lil Wayne describe the rapper's wealth and power as he "makes it rain" on "hos." The first stanza repeats the phrase: "I'm in this bitch wit' da terror / Got a handful of stacks / Better grab an umbrella / I make it rain, I make it rain." The second stanza boasts of Fat Joe's position as a "hustla's hustla" and a "pusher's pusher." He claims to be "a chemist," packing "an eleven" and "mack[ing] in a seven" and threatening to "clap at your reverend." The third stanza brags about his influence, claiming to control the team with "that cootco crack," "couple bricks stacked up on that triple beam," and "that Cali weed." He finishes with repeating the chorus two more times.
The lyrics are controversial, as they glorify the objectification and degradation of women. "Make it rain" has been used to describe the act of throwing money at women in strip clubs, which perpetuates the idea that women's worth is tied to their physical appearance and availability. The use of violent language in the lyrics, including the mention of "clapping" and violence towards a religious leader, further contributes to the problematic message of the song.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
I'm here with the intention of causing chaos
Got a handful of stacks
I have a lot of money
Better grab an umbrella
I'm going to make it rain money
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm going to shower money on everyone
I make it rain on them hos
I'm going to shower money on women
Cr, cr, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack
I'm selling crack cocaine
You hear the echo, man
My drugs are so good, they're famous
I seen the best go 'cause he ain't have this metal
I've seen people fail because they didn't have a gun like mine
I'm a hustla's hustla, a pusher's pusher
I'm very successful at selling drugs
You a busta, a custerma
You're a weak and addicted customer
I get you some cooka
I'll get you some good drugs
Yeah, crack is a chemist
I know how to mix and sell drugs
I pack an eleven
I carry a gun with 11 bullets
I mack in a seven
I drive a nice car
I'll clap at your reverend
I'm willing to shoot a religious leader
I see you in NY
I see you in New York
I'll send you an invite
I'll invite you to a place where I have control
You gon' need you a pass
You need my permission to be there
That's the code that we live by
That's the rule we follow
Oww, clap, clap, clap, gotta make that ass clap
I want to see women dance and shake their butts
Now why's everybody so mad at the south for
Why are people angry at Southern rappers?
Change your style up
Try something new
Switch to southpaw
Fight with your weaker hand
Jada, I was listenin' (listenin')
I heard Jadakiss's music
So I made him a anthem to make some dividends
I made a song with him for money
Lil' mama, try to hit me with the shoulder lean
A woman tried to dance with me
This cootco crack, and I control the team
I sell cocaine and run my crew
Couple bricks stacked up on that triple beam
I have a few kilograms of cocaine on a scale
My dirty bro sippin' that Promethazeen
My friend is drinking a dangerous drug
That gonja green, that Cali weed
I sell marijuana from California
A nigga lose his life try roll on me, now
Someone might die if they try to mess with me
Yup, yup, we get it
Yes, we understand
No advanced about it
It's simple and straightforward
And the rain keep fallin', even when it's drownin'
I keep making money, even when it's too much
Mami's body is bangin', man
That woman's body is amazing
She got it, man, she does it all
She's sexy and talented
She gets it poppin' with no hands
She can dance without using her hands
I'll make it pour
I'll make it rain money
I'll lay a game to 'em
I'll try to charm them
I'm gassin' misses to tattoo my name on 'em
I'm giving women drugs so they'll get my name tattooed on them
Gotta get that baby love
I need to make more money
Gotta get my paper up
I need to make more money
Gotta suspect me exactly
You should be cautious around me
Test this crack and want a ring on us
My drugs are so good, people become addicted
And you know what it is
You know what's going on
Yo, it's them powder kids
We're the drug dealers
And we know how to biz, so we don't give a shit
We're good at selling drugs and don't care about anything else
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: JOSEPH ANTHONY CARTAGENA, DWAYNE CARTER, SCOTT STORCH
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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