(Wheezy outta here)
My bitch a, a Richard Millie rocker (yeah)
1017 for life, you know what I'm saying, no cap
No extras on it
Real nigga shit
And this, and this is just facts

(Yeah)
Rain shower (rain)
Rain shower (rain)
My bitch, she got more jewelry than your partners (yeah, yeah)
My bitch got Rolexes by the thousands (Rollie)
My bitch got APs, no apologies (no apologies)
Racked up a million dollars then I iced out her (ayy)
I turned to Austin Powers then I copped a Spur (yeah)
Her neck on Eiffel Tower, does she bite, yes sir (yeah)
I fucked 'round and put diamonds on her goddamn purse (yeah)

Plain jane, AP (yeah)
Fuck me, babies (ayy)
Fuck me and my friends, I'll buy you a pink Mercedes (skrt)
So many diamonds on my neck got me feeling lazy (yeah)
She bought me a Rollie with baguettes, it cost a eighty (eighty)
My bitch can turn up on banners, yeah, yeah (mwah)
Used to flip burgers out in Cali, yeah, yeah (used to flip)
She sucked that dick without me asking, yeah, yeah
Stuffin' her with wood like a cabinet, yeah (yeah)

Rain shower (rain)
Rain shower (rain)
My bitch, she got more jewelry than your partners (yeah, yeah)
My bitch got Rolexes by the thousands (Rollie)
My bitch got APs, no apologies (no apologies)
Racked up a million dollars then I iced out her (ayy)
I turned to Austin Powers then I copped a Spur (yeah)
Her neck on Eiffel Tower, does she bite, yes sir (yeah)
I fucked 'round and put diamonds on her goddamn purse (yeah)

Rain showers (huh)
Rain shower (huh)
My bitch sets in Birkins, not flowers
My bitch got more ice than these cowards
Like spinach, your pussy is power
Rain shower (huh)
Rain shower (huh)
So wet we had laid down a towel
So nasty, sweaty, that we shower
Fuck doggy style so long, she growl (grr)
She suck 'til I skeet, then I'm proud
Front desk just called up, said we loud
I was locked up, my bitch held me down (yeah)
Nigga play, then I'm gon' send him flowers

Rain showers (rain)
Rain shower (rain)
My bitch, she got more jewelry than your partners (yeah, yeah)
My bitch got Rolexes by the thousands (Rollie)
My bitch got APs, no apologies (no apologies)
Racked up a million dollars then I iced out her (ayy)
I turned to Austin Powers then I copped a Spur (yeah)
Her neck on Eiffel Tower, does she bite, yes sir (yeah)
I fucked 'round and put diamonds on her goddamn purse (yeah)

Copyright: AL B SMOOV PUBLISHING, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Colin Franken, Jeffery Williams, Radric Davis, Wesley Glass