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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Vocals
Stack Bundles
Stack Bundles
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rayquon Elliott
Rayquon Elliott
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Songwriter
Quinton Johnson
Quinton Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Arnold Mischkulnig
Arnold Mischkulnig
Mastering Engineer
Cliff Cultreri
Cliff Cultreri
Mastering Engineer
Eric "Ibo" Butler
Eric "Ibo" Butler
Recording Engineer
Eric Jensen
Eric Jensen
Recording Engineer
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Executive Producer
Quinton Johnson
Quinton Johnson
Producer
Ryan West
Ryan West
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
This is Nine Trey news
I'm Jimmy Jones here with your weather
We apologize for the drought all week
But it looks like thunderstorms all weekend
We finna make it rain on you motherfuckers, ya heard me?
(Look)
[Chorus]
Weather man with that money, I make it rain on 'em
(Yes, sir)
Weather man with that paper, I make it rain on 'em
(Yes, sir)
Weather man with that kitty, I make it rain on 'em
(Sheesh)
I make it rain on 'em
(Sheesh)
I make it rain on 'em
(Yes, sir)
Weather man with that money, I make it rain on 'em
(Yes, sir)
Weather man with that paper, I make it rain on 'em
(Yes, sir)
Weather man with that kitty, I make it rain on 'em
(Uh)
(Sheesh)
I make it rain on 'em
(Sheesh)
I make it rain on 'em
[Verse 1]
I'm Rick James
(Jones)
"I'm rich, bitch," is what I tell her
(I'm rich)
Just left the bank, I took fifty from the teller
(Cash money)
I'm finna make it rain
(Right)
So get you an umbrella
(Cover up)
We also make it snow, we cocaine gram sellers
(That yayo)
Ballin', gettin' high, dollars fallin' from the sky
(Ballin')
Big reefer cloud got it storming inside
(Drizzlin')
Foreign outside, I'm usually foreign when I drive
(Speedin')
Bet a buck sixty feels like you soaring in the sky
Blowing money on the liquor
(Twisted)
We at the strip joint blowing money on the bitches
(Let it rain)
We standin' on the bar throwing money like a pitcher
(We get money)
But, ****, I ain't slippin', got a fully-loaded trigger
And that can cause a heatwave
(Get you clapped)
Huh, I mean, you diggin' you a deep grave
**** jump your ass, have 'em missin' you for three days
(Where he at?)
Cam said that this ****'s a sucker
(For real)
And that mean that this ****'s a sucker, ya heard that? I'm the
(Capo)
[Chorus]
Weather man with that money, I make it rain on 'em
(Ballin')
Weather man with that paper, I bought a Range on 'em
(Capo)
Twenty grand worth of money, I bought champagne on 'em
(Do it)
I make it rain on 'em
(Do it)
Just let it rain on 'em
(Do it)
Weather man with that money, I make it rain on 'em
(Ballin)
Weather man with that paper, I bought a range on 'em
(Capo)
Twenty grand worth of money, I bought champagne on 'em
(Do it)
I make it rain on 'em
Just let it rain on 'em
[Verse 2]
Weezy fuckin' Baby, get him 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 sesame seeds
Automatic with the money, like Reggie for three, haha
Big birds, no Sesame Street, bitch
I'm too clean, they ain't messin' with me
I'm just tryna see my decimals peak
These **** just lighter than some vegetable meat
(Okay)
These **** just sweet like a Tahitian Treat, okay
They say I'm full of hot air, then I release the heat
Split a **** from his teeth to feet
(Damn)
You know what I'm talkin about?
(Yeah)
Yadadamean like Keak Da Sneak
I go dollar for dollar, week for week, yeah
And Birdman said you **** is bitches
(Yeah)
So that mean you **** is bitches, and me? I'm the
[Verse 3]
Weather man with that money, I make it rain on 'em
Weather man with that paper, I make it rain on 'em
Still ballin' after the hurricane
I'm the weather man with that money, I make it rain on 'em
Weather man with that money, I make it rain on 'em
(Yes, sir)
Weather man with that paper, I make it rain on 'em
(Yes, sir)
Weather man with that kitty I make it rain on 'em
(Sheesh)
I make it rain on 'em
(Sheesh)
I make it rain on 'em
(Look)
[Verse 4]
Nothing changed, I'm shot callin' like I'm 'posed to be
Ballin' like I'm 'posed to be, I spoil her like she 'posed to be
(Sheesh)
Find something bad, bag her like grocery
Lifestyle's like Six Flags, I'm rollin' coastally
(Sheesh)
Pockets full of kitty, these **** ain't gettin money like I was
(Ha)
I make it rain on 'em, they throwin' scattered showers
(What?)
I'm the motherfuckin' weather man
Tornado money, can't fit it in a rubber band
(Nah)
Check the news, it's gon' be a cloudy forecast
(And what?)
And when I move, a couple goons in that R Class
(Yes, sir)
She want a dope boy **** that do numbers
(Huh?)
A smile like lightning, and her ass like thunder
(Sheesh)
I shows out and the whores all love it
(Love it)
And when it stop drizzlin', the floors all flooded
(Yes, sir)
In one night, blew bezel and charm money
Fuck it, it's nothin', I'm still spendin' Desert Storm money, aye
[Chorus]
Weather man with that money, I make it rain on 'em
(Yes, sir)
Weather man with that paper, I make it rain on 'em
(Yes, sir)
Weather man with that kitty I make it rain on 'em
(Sheesh)
I make it rain on 'em
(Sheesh)
I make it rain on 'em
(Yes, sir)
Weather man with that money, I make it rain on 'em
(Yes, sir)
Weather man with that paper, I make it rain on 'em
(Yes, sir)
Weather man with that kitty I make it rain on 'em
(Sheesh)
I make it rain on 'em
(Sheesh)
I make it rain on 'em
Written by: Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
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