CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Rain Dance (v1)
Yeah (Ayy), yeah (Ayy), yeah (Okay)
Yeah (Ayy), yeah (Chasing the money all day), yeah (Chase the money)
Okay (Yeah), okay (Do the race, do the race)
I got
Louis V shades, no Ray-Bans (Bans)
Hit the strip club, make it rain dance (Dance)
Condo in M.I.A (M.I.A, yeah), go there just to bump M.I.A (Yeah)
Only hit the club if a n***a getting paid (Yeah)
Kicking hoes out the section, Kanye (Yeah)
Tell a f**k n***a don't bring the drummer my way (Yeah)
'Cause we got Rugers and Uzis and then I spray it like macе (Yeah)
Word on the street is your b*t*h want a taste (Yеah)
Sorry, not sorry, lil' b*t*h, I'm taken (Yeah)
Takin' it day to day, smoking on heavyweight everyday
I feel like I'm a Jamaican (Oh, yeah)
I told my baby to sit back, spin racks
I'm finna bring home the bacon (Yeah)
Covered in money just like a Mason (Yeah)
And I ain't have to give my soul to Satan (Yeah)
On the Supermoto, I'm racin', races (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Cuttin' n***as off like Raiden (Yeah)
Remember writing raps in my basement, basement (Yeah)
Thank God that a n***a made it (Yeah)
All these other n***as too basic
And all these b*t*hes that be goin' with 'em too tasteless (Yeah)
She only with you 'cause she couldn't get me
I'm chocolate chip, you oatmeal raisin (Okay, okay, yeah)
Louis V shades, no Ray-Bans (Bans)
Hit the strip club, make it rain dance (Dance)
Condo in M.I.A (M.I.A, yeah), go there just to bump M.I.A (Yeah)
Only hit the club if a n***a getting paid (Yeah)
Kicking hoes out the section, Kanye (Yeah)
Tell a f**k n***a don't bring the drummer my way (Yeah)
'Cause we got Rugers and Uzis and then I spray it like mace (Yeah)
Yeah (Ayy), yeah (Chasing the money all day), yeah (Chase the money)
Okay (Yeah), okay (Do the race, do the race)
I got
Louis V shades, no Ray-Bans (Bans)
Hit the strip club, make it rain dance (Dance)
Condo in M.I.A (M.I.A, yeah), go there just to bump M.I.A (Yeah)
Only hit the club if a n***a getting paid (Yeah)
Kicking hoes out the section, Kanye (Yeah)
Tell a f**k n***a don't bring the drummer my way (Yeah)
'Cause we got Rugers and Uzis and then I spray it like macе (Yeah)
Word on the street is your b*t*h want a taste (Yеah)
Sorry, not sorry, lil' b*t*h, I'm taken (Yeah)
Takin' it day to day, smoking on heavyweight everyday
I feel like I'm a Jamaican (Oh, yeah)
I told my baby to sit back, spin racks
I'm finna bring home the bacon (Yeah)
Covered in money just like a Mason (Yeah)
And I ain't have to give my soul to Satan (Yeah)
On the Supermoto, I'm racin', races (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Cuttin' n***as off like Raiden (Yeah)
Remember writing raps in my basement, basement (Yeah)
Thank God that a n***a made it (Yeah)
All these other n***as too basic
And all these b*t*hes that be goin' with 'em too tasteless (Yeah)
She only with you 'cause she couldn't get me
I'm chocolate chip, you oatmeal raisin (Okay, okay, yeah)
Louis V shades, no Ray-Bans (Bans)
Hit the strip club, make it rain dance (Dance)
Condo in M.I.A (M.I.A, yeah), go there just to bump M.I.A (Yeah)
Only hit the club if a n***a getting paid (Yeah)
Kicking hoes out the section, Kanye (Yeah)
Tell a f**k n***a don't bring the drummer my way (Yeah)
'Cause we got Rugers and Uzis and then I spray it like mace (Yeah)
