Rain On Em Lyrics

I don't give a shit about nothing but dollars

I don't give a shit about nothing but gualla

I did some shit I forgot the hook stop it she tripping she given looks

I do my thing nothing by the book

Woo

Ace

Yuh

Ima do my fuckin thang on em

Do my money dance and rain on em

Brody put that fuckin thang on em?

That's That shit I rattle brains for em.

Stacking up money like a mofuckin flap jack

Don't give a fuck bout you bitches in the back back

Been telling people bout the drugs in my back pack

15 a gram too much

Its super gas

been telling stories bout the crazy one

Been telling stories bout the mofuckin crazy one

Showed up to the party need a blunt been craving one

Need a bad bitch?

Fuck yeah casual need a nut

Turn it up now casual have a melt down fine bitch getting down fattest ass in town

I've been thinking about that fat ass in a town

Bend that ass over it's time to get down

Tell all your friends that the crew getting down

That's how we do it down here in the south

Come here lil momma this fit in your mouth

Bring all your friends they can get it no doubt

Walk up in the circle like what's up

2 tone bitch got my mothafuckin nut up I don't really care about your new one uh uh who the fuck you think sent him like uh huh

Now I got my eye on the ball

I'm peeping your girl and she flawless I got all your bitches on paw stance you bitches is wishin you all glance

Your peepin me

Your seekin me

You envy me

You wanna be

You see the green

You see the lean

You see the drugs

You wanna be

A part of my team you wanna see all of my things

You better escort all your bitches this way or you better hand all of their pings