Rain Shower lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
(Wheezy outta here)
My b*tch a, uh, Richard Mille rocker (Yeah)
1017 for life, you know what I'm saying, no cap
No extras on it
Real n*gga sh*t
And this, and this is just facts (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Rain shower (Rain), rain shower (Rain)
My b*tch got more jewelry than your partners (Yeah, yeah)
My b*tch got Rolexes by the thousands (Rollies)
My b*tch got APs, no apologies
Ranned up a million dollars then I iced out her
I turned to Austin Powers, then I copped a Spur, yeah
Her neck on Eiffel Tower, do she bite? Yes, sir, yeah
I f*cked 'round and put diamonds on her goddamn purse, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Plain jane AP (Yeah), f*ck me, baby (Hey)
f*ck me and my friends, I'll buy you a pink Mercedes (Skrrt)
So many diamonds on my neck, got me feeling lazy (Yeah)
She bought me a Rollie with baguettes, it cost a eighty
My b*tch keep turnin' up on baddies, yeah, yeah (Mwah)
Used to flip burgers out a Caddy, yeah, yeah (Used to flip)
She suck that di*k without me asking, yeah, yeah
Stuff a ho with wood like a cabinet (Yeah)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Rain shower (Rain), rain shower (Rain)
My b*tch got more jewelry than your partners (Yeah, yeah)
My b*tch got Rolexes by the thousands (Rollies)
My b*tch got APs, no apologies
Ranned up a million dollars then I iced out her
I turned to Austin Powers, then I copped a Spur, yeah
Her neck on Eiffel Tower, do she bite? Yes, sir, yeah
I f*cked 'round and put diamonds on her goddamn purse, yeah

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Rain shower, rain shower
My b*tch ass in Birkins, not flowers (Well, damn)
My b*tch got more ice than these cowards
Like spinach, her pus*y is power
Rain shower, rain shower
So wet, we had laid down a towel
So nasty, sweaty that we shower
f*ck doggystyle 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 b*tch held me down
n*gga play, then I'm gon' send him flowers

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Rain showers (Rain), rain shower (Rain)
My b*tch got more jewelry than your partners (Yeah, yeah)
My b*tch got Rolexes by the thousands (Rollies)
My b*tch got APs, no apologies
Ranned up a million dollars then I iced out her
I turned to Austin Powers, then I copped a Spur, yeah
Her neck on Eiffel Tower, do she bite? Yes, sir, yeah
I f*cked 'round and put diamonds on her goddamn purse, yeah