Bosses Make it Rain

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    Chorus:
    Ohh we make it rain in the club (Uh-huh)
    Buy out the bar (This what we do man)
    Everythang on us
    We make it rain (Everyday we make it rain)
    We make it rain (Me and gutta make it rain)
    We make it rain in the club
    Me and my niggas everyday showin love
    We make it rain
    We make it rain
    Cause that's what bosses do

    Verse 1:
    I used to make it rain
    But now your boy hurricane
    As matter fact my new tennis shoes hurricanes
    The all brown ones dog i keep a fresh perm
    You see shorty right thurr with the long huur
    I want her to give me a lapdance
    That ass so fat i had to grab it with both hands
    I ordered 2 bottles
    And 3000 dollars
    Fuck it i'ma spend it all like i hit the lotto (ohh we make it)
    Boss like ross
    With a 5 acre house
    With homie for 12 years
    I've been gettin it in the south
    The chain frost bite
    The bentley off white
    After i hit her man
    Shawty can't walk right
    They all know me on a first name basis
    I'm at the blue flame with 12 briefcases
    And for these hundreds
    These hoes will do the matrix
    I love the strip clubs
    Where they get butt naked

    Chorus:
    Ohh we make it rain in the club
    Buy out the bar
    Everythang on us
    We make it rain
    We make it rain
    Ooh we make it rain in the club
    Me and my niggas everyday showin love
    We make it rain
    We make it rain
    Cause that's what bosses do

    Verse 2:
    I'ma make money
    While you niggas making petty quotes
    You can make it rain
    I make it flood like a ??? boat
    Money over bitches
    Paper control my whereabouts
    Somebody different now
    I'm tryin to break that new maclarin out
    Hustle all year long
    Nothin comes in front of that
    Rap, Real Estate and work
    I can make a ton with that
    I can't fuck with you
    If our goals not common
    Sense dollars comma after comma (ohh we make it)
    Holla at my accountant
    Tell her get my taxes straight
    The country in recession
    I'm still hoppin on a jet today
    Stuntin on your bitches
    Like the motherfuckin bird man
    Roadside service
    I can bring it to your curb man
    Yeah you heard me
    I'm clean like detergent
    And lookin for a head doctor a brain surgeon
    Pay me in advance or i'm not comin
    Like Pain, Wayne and Mac Mayne
    I got money

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    Chorus:
    Ohh we make it rain in the club
    Buy out the bar
    Everythang on us
    We make it rain
    We make it rain
    Ooh we make it rain in the club
    Me and my niggas everyday showin love
    We make it rain
    We make it rain
    Cause that's what bosses do

    Verse 3:
    I came in the door
    I said it before
    Bitch i make it pacman jones on the floor
    You see my ora
    To keep the bitches comin back
    I keep her sweatin
    Like she did 300 jumpin jacks
    Im known for dumpin gats
    And pumpin crack daily
    And if i don't know you
    It's F-U pay me
    I hoes crowd around me
    Like i'm the fuckin pope
    I let em lick the lollipop
    I can't tell em no
    I keep the yellow dro
    Cross brim with watermelon
    You call it gettin hit
    I call it getting cerebellum
    From D L'm funky town we make it rain
    I'm blowin chains switchin lanes
    Chevy lil wayne
    Pussy must have blended in with T-Pain
    Chopped and screwed
    All my women in my pimp house a dub
    With flip and screw
    You can't tell what's old
    Now stand back
    Cause i'ma make it rain in this ho

    Chorus:
    Ohh we make it rain in the club
    Buy out the bar
    Everythang on us
    We make it rain
    We make it rain
    Ooh we make it rain in the club
    Me and my niggas everyday showin love
    We make it rain
    We make it rain
    Cause that's what bosses do

    Outro:
    Well, now you know
    It's what bosses do man
    If you that nigga
    Goin to the strip club
    With 100 dollars
    You really don't need to be in that bitch
    You really need to put that money on your child support
    Becasue it's fucked up
    You ridin in a motherfuckin Benz
    And your little kid wearin thrift clothes
    You know what im sayin
    From the thrift store and shit
    That shit ain't cool my nigga (ohh we make it)
    If you a boss
    Make it motherfuckin rain
    Make it hurricane
    Make that bitch katrina
    Then make that bitch hurricane ike
    Turn off everybody lights
    I'm out

    Chorus (fade):
    Ohh we make it rain in the club
    Buy out the bar
    Everythang on us
    We make it rain
    We make it rain
    Ooh we make it rain in the club
    Me and my niggas everyday showin love
    We make it rain
    We make it rain
    Cause that's what bosses do

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