The b*tches rain on me
The jealous ones rain on me
Talk sh*t and bullets rain on you, rain on you
The b*tches rain on me
The jealous ones rain on me
Talk sh*t and bullets rain on you, rain on you
I said that if I progressed I wasn't going to be flashy
That I wasn't going to buy a luxury car, but
If I don't enjoy what I work for
What good is it for me to be powerful?
I deserve it, fame, power and respect
I deserve it, fame, power and respect
For my pretty daughter that is my princess
I want fame, health and riches
My grandfather who raised me
To pull him out of poverty
And for her dad I’ve got another wad
The b*tches rain on me
The jealous ones rain on me
Talk sh*t and bullets rain on you, rain on you
The b*tches rain on me
The jealous ones rain on me
Talk sh*t and bullets rain on you, rain on you
If they criticize me it doesn't discourage me
Whatever they say makes me better
I wasn't born to lose, I was born to be a champ
I celebrate with champagne, with four women in a cabin
I celebrate with champagne, with four women in a cabin
She bathes with my money, on the pole she hooks fast
I don't buy those cheap ones
I pull out, pull out and they never get spent
Money rains on me, women rain on me
Parties rain on me
More asses than in a whorehouse
From women I have a downpour
Because in the account I have a couple zeros
Alofoke said that I'm from Mars
Killing them is an art to me
I'm from D.R., Duarte told me so
The b*tches rain on me
The jealous ones rain on me
Talk sh*t and bullets rain on you, rain on you
The b*tches rain on me
The jealous ones rain on me
Talk sh*t and bullets rain on you, rain on you
God's timing is perfect
The most motherf*cking combination since forever