make it rain (feat. Slevpy808)

I got bitches on me, and that shit's a guarantee Got a .9 on my hip, keep it tucked in the sleeve These hoes wanna f*ck but I just dip and leave Got too many opps that won't pay up they fees And I be chasing a baddie with bands in the safe F*ck is you sayin', you ain't even play Ain't got fake gems on this chain With these racks I make it rain Switchin' these lanes cause my whip too fast Ain't wife a ho cause that bitch won't last Take a .45, get her on my lap and I can't drive Cause I just finna crash, new hoe flashback So she lookin' like the past This Glock make them settle down in two snaps See me blowing smoke like it's some little party Pull up with a bitch in this brand new Ferrari I ain't got a label and I ain't even care g I'm getting all this bread this art just take care of me Got 5 bands in the trunk locked and loaded I'm ready Plus when the time struck knew that Glock shot steady Don't give two fucks if you ain't ready You know this shot finna hit real heavy Got no new opps cause they know i'm deadly Plus I have all these thots and I know they gonna mend me Pull up on your block, what's good I was making money moves when I walked through your hood Playboy chain in the big backwoods Playing your shit, better keep to them books You stuck to your phone, I don't know what that's about You don't know me, keep my name out your mouth I'm only on my phone when I'm checking my account Cause my pride and joy is when I see a new amount I don't give a f*ck bout' a ho Big bank roll, let em know I take a girl out to the store We fuckin' while trying on clothes I like blue bills, but I'll still take the 50s I like me some ass, but I love me some titties I be in the whip, decked out, hello Kitty Yo girl, buy my ticks when I come to her city I got bitches on me, and that shit's a guarantee Got a .9 on my hip, keep it tucked in the sleeve These hoes wanna f*ck but I just dip and leave Got too many opps that won't pay up they fees And I be chasing a baddie with bands in the safe F*ck is you sayin', you ain't even play Ain't got fake gems on this chain With these racks I make it rain Switchin' these lanes cause my whip too fast Ain't wife a ho cause that bitch won't last Take a .45, get her on my lap and I can't drive Cause I just finna crash, new hoe flashback So she lookin' like the past This Glock make them settle down in two snaps See me blowing smoke like it's some little party Pull up with a bitch in this brand new Ferrari I got bitches on me, and that shit's a guarantee Got a .9 on my hip, keep it tucked in the sleeve These hoes wanna f*ck but I just dip and leave Got too many opps that won't pay up they fees And I be chasing a baddie with bands in the safe F*ck is you sayin', you ain't even play Ain't got fake gems on this chain With these racks I make it rain