The Rain
[Intro]
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)
Yeah
[Verse]
Hands hurt from countin' up, Lam' truck, let's mount it up
I got a couple dollars in the safe, but that shit not enough
I be iced up with the stick, go grab a hockey puck
If you see that Drac' barrel flash, then you out of luck
Lame-ass n***as, they ain't gang, they is not with us
Tired of gettin' taxed through the middle-man, then come shop with us
Smokin' 41 Gelato, gettin' head from a model
If it's problems, we can put it on the floor, I feel like Latto (Yeah)
Crack a n***a head like an egg, knock the yolk out him
In the club drinkin' lean, I don't want no rose bottle
Still got plays down the way and a line on the yay
In the kitchen mixin', shiftin' like I'm 'bout to bake a cake
I was trappin' out the Days Inn, makin' like ten a day then
We the mafia, if you a friend of ours, then you a made man
Iced up at the game, front row, I know the players too
Broke-ass n***a, your lil' ho should be ashamed of you
Mixin' up different fashion, hood traps to mansions
If I get my money right, then I might move out to the Hamptons
Me and bro just bust open a new lane, so it's on the floor
Kobe and Shaq, we throwin' oops straight out the pick-and-roll
Fastbreaks, give-and-gos, anything it take to score
I had a bad day, go grab a pop, we 'bout to pour a four
I'm killin' n***as literally, nah, I ain't got no sympathy
You scary-ass n***a come around actin' jittery
Losses come with the game, money make n***as change
This clout shit gettin' crazy, these n***as chasin' the fame (Crazy)
I'm gettin' straight to the money, don't care what a n***a think
Tryna get a platinum presi', I think that bitch 80K
Tryna ball, not maintain, get rich, not gangbang
Still rep the set for life, my n***as reppin' the same thing
I don't walk, I don't jog, I be runnin' to the money
Through the rain, through the snow, and the days when it's sunny
I love the hustle like Mitch, bust a brick down to zips
Magician up in the kitchen, I'll show you a couple tricks
What, you allergic to the money? You broke, it don't make no sense
You need to get on your grind, 'cause hatin' don't pay you shit
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)
Yeah
[Verse]
Hands hurt from countin' up, Lam' truck, let's mount it up
I got a couple dollars in the safe, but that shit not enough
I be iced up with the stick, go grab a hockey puck
If you see that Drac' barrel flash, then you out of luck
Lame-ass n***as, they ain't gang, they is not with us
Tired of gettin' taxed through the middle-man, then come shop with us
Smokin' 41 Gelato, gettin' head from a model
If it's problems, we can put it on the floor, I feel like Latto (Yeah)
Crack a n***a head like an egg, knock the yolk out him
In the club drinkin' lean, I don't want no rose bottle
Still got plays down the way and a line on the yay
In the kitchen mixin', shiftin' like I'm 'bout to bake a cake
I was trappin' out the Days Inn, makin' like ten a day then
We the mafia, if you a friend of ours, then you a made man
Iced up at the game, front row, I know the players too
Broke-ass n***a, your lil' ho should be ashamed of you
Mixin' up different fashion, hood traps to mansions
If I get my money right, then I might move out to the Hamptons
Me and bro just bust open a new lane, so it's on the floor
Kobe and Shaq, we throwin' oops straight out the pick-and-roll
Fastbreaks, give-and-gos, anything it take to score
I had a bad day, go grab a pop, we 'bout to pour a four
I'm killin' n***as literally, nah, I ain't got no sympathy
You scary-ass n***a come around actin' jittery
Losses come with the game, money make n***as change
This clout shit gettin' crazy, these n***as chasin' the fame (Crazy)
I'm gettin' straight to the money, don't care what a n***a think
Tryna get a platinum presi', I think that bitch 80K
Tryna ball, not maintain, get rich, not gangbang
Still rep the set for life, my n***as reppin' the same thing
I don't walk, I don't jog, I be runnin' to the money
Through the rain, through the snow, and the days when it's sunny
I love the hustle like Mitch, bust a brick down to zips
Magician up in the kitchen, I'll show you a couple tricks
What, you allergic to the money? You broke, it don't make no sense
You need to get on your grind, 'cause hatin' don't pay you shit