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Jim Jones

Weatherman

 

Weatherman

(albüm: Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment) - 2006)


[Jim Jones]
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 fitting to make it rain on you motherfuckers (Ya Heard Me)

[Chorus 2X: Stack Bundles]
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 (YEAH)
I make it rain on 'em (YEAH) I make it rain on 'em (YESIR)

[Jim Jones]
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 fitting to make it rain so get you an umbrella
We also make it snow we cocaine gram sellers (That Yayo)
Balling getting high dolla's falling from the sky (balling)
Big reefer cloud got in storming inside (drizzling)
Foreign outside I'm usually foreign when I drive (Speeding)
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 standing on the bar throwing money like a pitcher (Get money)
But nigga I ain't slipping got a fully-loaded trigga
And that can cause a heatwave (get you clapped haa)
That mean you digging you a deep grave
Nigga's Jump yo ass have 'em missing 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)

[Chorus 2X: Jim Jones]
I'm the, Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em (Balling)
Weatherman 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)

[Lil Wayne]
Wezzy fucking baby, Get 'em a leash
Young money Dipset you better 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 messing 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 (Damn)
Know what I'm talking about
I'm kinda mean like Keak the Sneak
I go dollar for dollar, week for week (Yeah)
And Birdman said you niggas is bitches
So that mean you niggas is bitches, And Me?

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I'm the Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Still Balling after the hurricane
I'm the weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em

[Chorus: Stack Bundles]
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 (Yeah)
I make it rain on 'em (Yeah) I make it rain on 'em (Yeah)

[Stack Bundles]
Look!
Nothing changed I'm shot calling like I'm suppose to be
Shot calling like I'm suppose to be
I spoil her like she close to me (Yeah)
Find something bad bag her like groceries
Lifestyles like Six Flags I'm rollercoasterlly
Pockets full of kitty, these niggas ain't getting money like I was
I make it rain on em, they calling scattered showers (WHAT)
I'm the motherfucking Weatherman (Yeah)
Tornado money can't fit it in a rubber band (Naah)
Check the news It's going be a cloudy forecast (And what)
And when I move a couple goons in that R Class (Yesir)
She want a Doughboy nigga that do numbers
A smile like lightning and a ass like thunder (Yeah)
I Shows out and the whores all love it (Love it)
And when it stop drizzling the floors all flooded (Yessir)
In one night blew bezzle on charm money
Fuck it it's nothing I'm still spending Desert Storm money

[Chorus Stack Bundles 'til fade]

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