[Intro: Ty Dolla Sign, Dre]
Joe Crack, Remy Ma
This is
Dolla $ign, ooh, yeah
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Understand (Yeah), they gotta understand a nigga
Gotta run the town, every time I'm in your city (Oh, yeah)
Make 'em understand (Ah, nah-nah, nah-nah)
You know how this shit gon' blow whenever I'm in town (Whenever I'm in town, woah, ooh, yeah)
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Gotta run the town, every time I'm in your city
Make 'em understand
You know how this shit gon' blow whenever I'm in town (Whenever I'm in town)
[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Money showers (Ooh, yeah)
Rain
Rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers
Rain
Rain, rain, rain (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Fat Joe & Ty Dolla $ign]
10 bands for the prettiest bitch
No hands if you really the shit
My nigga Pretty Lou drop the music, he got something to say
Got her staring at the pole like Election Day (Ooh, yeah)
I make it rain on them hoes, I got that Amber vision
We in the back of the Rolls, her and Blac Chyna kissing
Give me a slice of the cake, I made it shower with dough
That's a whole lotta bread, you know it had to be Joe
Cathedral ceilings in the crib, got sinners in it
I had bitches eating pussy like it's dinner in it (Ooh, yeah)
No lie, see everything Gucci, we steady mobbing
Who else could turn a stripper into Tonya Harding?
(Ooh, yeah, Crack!)
Joe Crack, Remy Ma
This is
Dolla $ign, ooh, yeah
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Understand (Yeah), they gotta understand a nigga
Gotta run the town, every time I'm in your city (Oh, yeah)
Make 'em understand (Ah, nah-nah, nah-nah)
You know how this shit gon' blow whenever I'm in town (Whenever I'm in town, woah, ooh, yeah)
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Gotta run the town, every time I'm in your city
Make 'em understand
You know how this shit gon' blow whenever I'm in town (Whenever I'm in town)
[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Money showers (Ooh, yeah)
Rain
Rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers
Rain
Rain, rain, rain (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Fat Joe & Ty Dolla $ign]
10 bands for the prettiest bitch
No hands if you really the shit
My nigga Pretty Lou drop the music, he got something to say
Got her staring at the pole like Election Day (Ooh, yeah)
I make it rain on them hoes, I got that Amber vision
We in the back of the Rolls, her and Blac Chyna kissing
Give me a slice of the cake, I made it shower with dough
That's a whole lotta bread, you know it had to be Joe
Cathedral ceilings in the crib, got sinners in it
I had bitches eating pussy like it's dinner in it (Ooh, yeah)
No lie, see everything Gucci, we steady mobbing
Who else could turn a stripper into Tonya Harding?
(Ooh, yeah, Crack!)
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