[Hook] You wanna see some ass I wanna see some cash Keep them dollars coming And that's gon' make me dance You wanna see some ass I wanna see some cash Keep them dollars coming And that's gon' make me dance And that's gon' make me dance And that's gon' make me dance Make it rain, tree Make it, make it rain, trick Make it rain, tree Make it, make it rain, trick Make it rain, tree Make it, make it rain, trick Make it rain, tree Make it, make it rain, trick
[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah] Turn up the volume Pour out the pinot grigio Nigga, all this jewellery Push my weight up a couple kilos I know the baddest bitch All she drink is me so All she do is squats Her bum look like she from Puerto Rico Expensive taste What the hell does she know? She's thinking Ace of Spades I'm thinking Veuve Clicquot Only 22 And I'm on my third vehicle These niggas tryna stunt on me Like what we earn is equal Dollars legit Nigga, my bank balance got commas and shit I ain't got no BA honours But bitch, I'm in first class next to Madonna and shit Twitter me @TinieTempah Quarter of a million, follow my shit Better buss in on Erica Like Jay Elec, tryna get his You're a fuckwit I'm champagne, you're Buck's Fizz Now I'm in The Source, got y'all motherfuckers Playing ketchup with no mustard Keep telling girls old wife tales Cause I ain't tryna be no husband You ain't never felt no buzz like this I'm grade A Columbian and I Make it rain, trick Make it, make it rain, trick Make it rain, trick Make it, make it rain, trick Got more whips and chains Than a motherfucking slave ship She think she a princess Cause she smell like [?], bitch Looking, smelling, sounding But not feeling like we made it
[Verse 2: Jim Jones] Make it rain So I gotta put my top up and I Play the game So I gotta risk my rock up in her Favourite game I'mma get her to lick this cock up and I Say no names If I get caught by them coppers Meet in town with the hustlers Going to pursue just to buss it up Had 10 thounds , now 5 thounds gone And the bitch getting wet like she dust it up Talk about cars and you get embarrassed Don't talk about malls till you get to Paris Don't get a room without a terrorist What the fuck you looking at, girl, all these carrots? Ching Over freeze, I don't give a fuck if you over seas Never find a nigga that's cold to me Better yet, motherfucker with a colder sleeve Truly, or just caught a cold Motherfucker bout to blow a sneeze He know how we go We pulling outside with the coldest feet
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