[Intro: Joey Purp]
Yeah
Uh
Yeah

[Chorus: Joey Purp]
I'ma throw a bag on you
I'ma pop tags on you
Hit the mall and spend cash on you
Put my last on you
I can't wait to brag on you
Girl, you got all that ass on you
I'ma make it rain for you
Throw it all in the air, let it fall
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
Let it sprinkle like confetti
Let it land down, wow
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you (Yeah)
Throw it all in the air, let it fall
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
Throw it all in the air, let it fall
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you

[Verse 1: Joey Purp]
I'ma call up Johnny Dang for you
Tell him he gon' have to make a ring for you
I'ma send a plane for you
Put a bow on top of the Range for you
Keep it silent, it could be arranged for you
I'ma do my thing for you
I'ma do my thing, yeah
She gon' do her thing
And she gon' throw it back like she dancin' on the stage
By the way, she madе it clap, clap
Fuckin' up the mattress
Know I gotta have that
I bought somе new Amiri jeans and you could get you some to match, yeah
Go to black sand beaches for the weekend to relax, yeah
Wonder if your best friends know that you nasty
But I'm going dumb, all these hundreds I'ma thumb with you
[Chorus: Joey Purp]
I'ma make it rain for you
Throw it all in the air, let it fall
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
Let it sprinkle like confetti
Let it land down, wow
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you (Yeah)
Throw it all in the air, let it fall
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
Throw it all in the air, let it fall
Girl, I'ma put a bag on you
I'ma pop tags on you
Hit the mall and spend cash on you
Put my last on you
I can't wait to brag on you
Girl, you got all that ass on you
I'ma make it rain for you

[Verse 2: KAMI]
I'ma take you out and show you off like a parade
You got too much class to ever fly economy
I ain't worried 'bout your past, I'm tryna see what's good today
Yes, I'm tryna see somethin', she making her body go dumb
She say I make her feel good like a Kid Cudi hum
Promise to die for my bitch like Master P son
I drip designer on the jet, you was really on the runway
I've been thanking God for these bands like taking back Sundays
I've been tryna count it up with both hands, I can't hold it
I could give it to you, not like an advance, in the moment
I can't fuck with none of these hoes, they only fans
Might have to put a ring on after the way she dancing on me
[Chorus: Joey Purp & KAMI, Joey Purp]
Throw it all in the air, let it fall
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
Let it sprinkle like confetti
Let it land down, wow
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you (Yeah)
Throw it all in the air, let it fall
Girl, I'ma make it rain for you
Throw it all in the air, let it fall
Girl, I'ma put a bag on you
I'ma pop tags on you
Hit the mall and spend cash on you
Put my last on you
I can't wait to brag on you
Girl, you got all that ass on you
I'ma make it rain for you