[Kodak Black:]
So much cheese on that cover man
We just hit a lick for 10 bands
But now I need 100 grand
Got cookie like the gingerbread man
All these hunneds on my rubber bands
Shut up, you're irrelevant
Make it rain, call me thunder man
Damn it, where the weatherman at?
[Yo Gotti:]
Trap money, made my mark
250 in my pocket, I can buy a 'rari
I'm young, black and rich, I know I'm a target
If I put my hands up, they gon' shoot regardless
I just bought my sister that new Benz
This money turn your enemies to friends
Lil bitch tryna chop me for the pussy
So I would never f*ck that hoe again
Audemaur, nig, been a star, just bought another car
I been sellin' bricks, so white Adidas would have to charge
Cocaine had a nigga far, all my dogs know who they are
All my plugs gon' bring they pack, all my hoes gon' play they part
I'm the weather man, whatever man
Make it rain, make it snow, tell a hoe
I'm a change her
Like f*ck her then tell her she gotta go
They like "Gotti, where the forecast at?"
I predict a lot of snow coming in, with a little Kodak
[Kodak Black:]
So much cheese on that cover man
We just hit a lick for 10 bands
But now I need 100 grand
Got cookie like the gingerbread man
All these hunneds on my rubber bands
Shut up, you're irrelevant
Make it rain, call me thunder man
Damn it, where the weatherman at?
You run up, I'm gon' bust you then ask
That Kodak, he got so much damn swag
You always out your lane, your pants sag
Lil boy, you need to go to damn class
I just bought my mom a Louis handbag
I just run a target for 10 bands
Lil niggas gettin' all the damn cash
So that why all you niggas gettin' mad
No government a nigga can't cheat
I was in the trap since elementary
20 caps, can call me Ali
Might take another trip to Larry
50 bitch, look at your damn feet
He come behind me on the banshee
Did I tell you what I hit for 10 G?
Me and Jackboy like Ed and Eddy
So much cheese on that cover man
We just hit a lick for 10 bands
But now I need 100 grand
Got cookie like the gingerbread man
All these hunneds on my rubber bands
Shut up, you're irrelevant
Make it rain, call me thunder man
Damn it, where the weatherman at?
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[Kodak Black:]
So much cheese on that cover man
We just hit a lick for 10 bands
But now I need 100 grand
Got cookie like the gingerbread man
All these hunneds on my rubber bands
Shut up, you're irrelevant
Make it rain, call me thunder man
Damn it, where the weatherman at?
[Yo Gotti:]
Trap money, made my mark
250 in my pocket, I can buy a 'rari
I'm young, black and rich, I know I'm a target
If I put my hands up, they gon' shoot regardless
I just bought my sister that new Benz
This money turn your enemies to friends
Lil bitch tryna chop me for the pussy
So I would never f*ck that hoe again
Audemaur, nig, been a star, just bought another car
I been sellin' bricks, so white Adidas would have to charge
Cocaine had a nigga far, all my dogs know who they are
All my plugs gon' bring they pack, all my hoes gon' play they part
I'm the weather man, whatever man
Make it rain, make it snow, tell a hoe
I'm a change her
Like f*ck her then tell her she gotta go
They like "Gotti, where the forecast at?"
I predict a lot of snow coming in, with a little Kodak
[Kodak Black:]
So much cheese on that cover man
We just hit a lick for 10 bands
But now I need 100 grand
Got cookie like the gingerbread man
All these hunneds on my rubber bands
Shut up, you're irrelevant
Make it rain, call me thunder man
Damn it, where the weatherman at?
You run up, I'm gon' bust you then ask
That Kodak, he got so much damn swag
You always out your lane, your pants sag
Lil boy, you need to go to damn class
I just bought my mom a Louis handbag
I just run a target for 10 bands
Lil niggas gettin' all the damn cash
So that why all you niggas gettin' mad
No government a nigga can't cheat
I was in the trap since elementary
20 caps, can call me Ali
Might take another trip to Larry
50 bitch, look at your damn feet
He come behind me on the banshee
Did I tell you what I hit for 10 G?
Me and Jackboy like Ed and Eddy
So much cheese on that cover man
We just hit a lick for 10 bands
But now I need 100 grand
Got cookie like the gingerbread man
All these hunneds on my rubber bands
Shut up, you're irrelevant
Make it rain, call me thunder man
Damn it, where the weatherman at?
So much cheese on that cover man
We just hit a lick for 10 bands
But now I need 100 grand
Got cookie like the gingerbread man
All these hunneds on my rubber bands
Shut up, you're irrelevant
Make it rain, call me thunder man
Damn it, where the weatherman at?
[Yo Gotti:]
Trap money, made my mark
250 in my pocket, I can buy a 'rari
I'm young, black and rich, I know I'm a target
If I put my hands up, they gon' shoot regardless
I just bought my sister that new Benz
This money turn your enemies to friends
Lil bitch tryna chop me for the pussy
So I would never f*ck that hoe again
Audemaur, nig, been a star, just bought another car
I been sellin' bricks, so white Adidas would have to charge
Cocaine had a nigga far, all my dogs know who they are
All my plugs gon' bring they pack, all my hoes gon' play they part
I'm the weather man, whatever man
Make it rain, make it snow, tell a hoe
I'm a change her
Like f*ck her then tell her she gotta go
They like "Gotti, where the forecast at?"
I predict a lot of snow coming in, with a little Kodak
[Kodak Black:]
So much cheese on that cover man
We just hit a lick for 10 bands
But now I need 100 grand
Got cookie like the gingerbread man
All these hunneds on my rubber bands
Shut up, you're irrelevant
Make it rain, call me thunder man
Damn it, where the weatherman at?
You run up, I'm gon' bust you then ask
That Kodak, he got so much damn swag
You always out your lane, your pants sag
Lil boy, you need to go to damn class
I just bought my mom a Louis handbag
I just run a target for 10 bands
Lil niggas gettin' all the damn cash
So that why all you niggas gettin' mad
No government a nigga can't cheat
I was in the trap since elementary
20 caps, can call me Ali
Might take another trip to Larry
50 bitch, look at your damn feet
He come behind me on the banshee
Did I tell you what I hit for 10 G?
Me and Jackboy like Ed and Eddy
So much cheese on that cover man
We just hit a lick for 10 bands
But now I need 100 grand
Got cookie like the gingerbread man
All these hunneds on my rubber bands
Shut up, you're irrelevant
Make it rain, call me thunder man
Damn it, where the weatherman at?
Writer: Mario Mims, Dieuson Octave, Ben Diehl
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.