The Rain lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Tye, you made this b*tch 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 sh*t 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*ggas, 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*gga 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*gga, 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*ggas literally, nah, I ain't got no sympathy
You scary-ass n*gga come around actin' jittery
Losses come with the game, money make n*ggas change
This clout sh*t gettin' crazy, these n*ggas chasin' the fame (Crazy)
I'm gettin' straight to the money, don't care what a n*gga think
Tryna get a platinum presi', I think that b*tch 80K
Tryna ball, not maintain, get rich, not gangbang
Still rep the set for life, my n*ggas 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 sh*t