CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Rain Dance (Version 1)
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)
