make it rain - Intellectual

[Intro]

(death-death-death—)

Bitch, bitch, it's lil' Ricky in the club, I make it rain

I knew that I would make it, man, I had to find a way

Couple people called me crazy, sayin' that I lost my brain

Now I'm on a private plane, and I'm 'bout to fly to Spain

I'm sorry, ma, but this shit is not a phase

I can't live paycheck to paycheck, slavin' my whole life away

I never did a course, and I never did a trade

But every fucking Thursday you know Ricky getting paid, though

Solid bars on me baby girl, I like the glaze, though

Loving when she rub on me, it's feeling like some Play-Doh

And you got the feet, but I don't know if it's the play, though

Say you're better than me? Get the fuck up out my face, bro

Now I'm in the Golf, bro, but soon I'm in the Range Rover

Half his line up on the floor, yeah, why not make the changeover?

Baby I've been warming up, but now it's time to take over

Might just quit the rapping, I'ma call my real estate broker

Just to show you I could do it

Since the age of ten, man, I've really been a nuisance

I went to tell my granny 'bout the shit that I've been doing

When I told her that I'm famous, she said, "Ricky, man, I knew it"

Bitch, bitch, it's lil' Ricky in the club, I make it rain

I knew that I would make it, man, I had to find a way

Couple people called me crazy, sayin' that I lost my brain

Now I'm on a private plane, and I'm 'bout to fly to Spain

And my flight has Wi-Fi

But, baby, I don't really wanna FaceTime

'Cause Leo has the shrooms down his jocks

And if the TSA finds it, then he really just might face time

Stack up fifty notes, and I keep it by my waistline

Watch up on my belt, I really don't like to waste time

I'm swimming, Michael Phelps, man, I'm real quick to the baseline

Fucking through the night all the way into the dayt—

Give me— give me one night, and I swear to God it's case closed

Yeah, she found the Xans, but you're not supposed to take those

Irish boy, but I like carrots more than potatoes

She got cheese and onion breath like a bag of Tay— fuck it