Rainin' Money Lyrics - Singles - Future The Artist

Intro 

Future. Beats by the FANS. It's alotta gold and pink bottles being popped right now. Lazenby you called this one, another get money anthem 

Chorus 

Its raining money, hallelujah, its raining money. Amen 

I'm gonna go out, I'm gonna let myself get absolutely soaking wet 

Its raining money 

Verse 1 

Money is the root of all money trees 

drop a stack and plant a seed, spout and fall like autumn leaves 

or winter green, it keeps me super clean 

shower down, I am on my Irish Springs 

Generous, I done made everyone around me rich 

It fall from the sky, can't catch all this 

The money keep coming just like my hits 

I don't give no hints, she already knew the deal when she hopped in the whip 

Wood grain, leather, pimp, while the moon reflect my wrist 

My God I'm blessed, but this don't make no sense 

On a Vegas trip, tossing up my chips 

This track it go so G tho, so I aint gotta say no homo 

Got money let me hear you go loco 

Chorus 

Verse 2 

"Weatherman, weatherman, tell me what the weather is" 

"Fytch, its looking sunny with a chance of dead presidents" 

I say how that is? He say he don't know 

So I'll just go with it, just go with the flow 

My cup it overfloweth, I'm reaping that I'm sowing 

The irony of my luxury is that money wasn't my motive 

Just take care of my folks', be humble and stay focused 

Love what I do for a living and tell the doubters get off my scrotum 

Money for the Lotus, money for these Jordans 

Money for this ounce that I just bought cuz I'ma smoke it 

This track it go so G tho, so I aint gotta say no homo 

Got money let me hear you go loco 

Chorus 

Verse 3 

Forget a stage, me and Lazenby we touring banks 

Out in Europe blowing Euros and Swiss Francs 

Louis duffle bag where I keep the hustle stash 

So much money flowing in I need a Louis dam 

I can't complain, some folk don't like the rain 

But I love the sound of falling money hitting my window pain 

I swear I must've died broke and woke up Born Again 

Fly as hell, living well, stacking Benjamins 

And I aint have to sell my soul or make no deal with Satan 

If I can do it then you can to, look at how much money I'm making 

This track it go so G tho, so I aint gotta say no homo 

Got money let me hear you go loco 

Chorus x2