Fat Joe & Remy Ma – Money Showers (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign) (Plata O Plomo Album)

[Intro]
Joe Crack, Remy Ma
This is Dolla $ign, oh ya

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
10 bands for the prettiest bitch
No hands if you really the shit
My nigga pretty new drop the music, he got something to say
Got her staring at the pole like election day
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
No lie, see everything Gucci, we steady mobbing
Who else could turn a stripper into Tonya Harding?

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
See you gotta understand I’m bad enough to take your husband
Bitch I fuck your man then give him back when I’m done, ugh
Front of my pussy on the back of his tongue
I ain’t had love for a nigga since what happened to Pun
So if he fuck around and I don’t happen to cum
Nigga you can be my ex, that’s where I’m from
Man these funny style bitches, I be laughing at them
Hoes be grabbing his dick, I be grabbing his gun
Walking out the court, thumbs up, Jon Gotti
On my ’93 Biggie shit, bullshit and party
Bitch claiming she the queen, what? Not hardly
Who the fuck gave you your crown bitch? Steve Harvey?

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain

[Outro]
Rain, rain, rain, rain
Rain, rain, rain, rain
(Why don’t all the ?)
(But why don’t all the treat her?)
(Why ?)
(But I like honesty what have I done to you ?)

Money showers – Fat Joe feat. Remy Ma lyrics

Lyrics Fat Joe – Money showers

Understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town.(money showers)

Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain.

10 bands for the prettiest b*tch
No hands if you really the shit
My nigga pretty new drop the music, he got something to say
Got her staring at the pole like election day
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 b*tches eating pussy like it’s dinner in it
No lie, see everything Gucci, we steady mobbing
Who else could turn a stripper into Tonya Harding?

Understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town.

Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain.

See you gotta understand I’m bad enough to take your husband
b*tch I f*ck your man then give him back when I’m done, ugh
Front of my pussy on the back of his tongue
I ain’t had love for a nigga since what happened to Pun
So if he f*ck around and I don’t happen to cum
Nigga you can be my ex, that’s where I’m from
Man these funny style b*tches, I be laughing at them
Hoes be grabbing his dick, I be grabbing his gun
Walking out the court, thumbs up, Jon Gotti
On my ’93 Biggie shit, bullshit and party
b*tch claiming she the queen, what? Not hardly
Who the f*ck gave you your crown b*tch? Steve Harvey?

Understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town.

Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain

Rain, rain, rain, rain
Rain, rain, rain, rain
(Why don’t all the ?)
(But why don’t all the treat her?)
(Why?)
(But I like honesty what have I done to youuu?)
Fat Joe lyrics
Video showers

Phresher – Wait A Minute (Remix) (feat. Remy Ma)

[Intro: Phresher]
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait

[Hook: Phresher]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One god damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes

[Verse 1: Phresher]
Big head Jimmy Neutron
Fuck a bitch on a futon
Don’t save her, she don’t wanna be saved
Nigga this ain’t Groupon
Do my dirt all by my lonely
All my bitches know we homies
If I pull up wit my bitch hoes better act like they don’t know me
All my side bitches in check, diamonds clear like windex
One point got an index
Smash your ass like an insect
So you better be goo
Shawty better be nude
When I walk in the room
She know she fuckin’ with a goon
Did (?) at the same time
My third leg got hang time
Bang, bang, bang time
Game face when it’s game time
(?) Dora
Got her screamin’ like a whore-a
She keep beggin’ me to stop
But she really want more-a
Dirty soap contradicted
But the dick’s so addictive
Homie how could you blame her?
Her hand dealt like Kramer

[Hook: Phresher]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One god damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I’m a Timbs bitch, got my boots on
Got the ex-cons in the Yukon
I don’t steal bitch, I kill bitch, bout to catch me a new charges
Same bitches call me, that’s how I knew y’all was phony
I put putting that work, taking ’em to church, cause I leave ’em holy
Will I smoke this bitch? Yes
Probably fail my piss test
Get rid of those fake breasts
And put a vest on this bitch chest
It’s lunch time, she food
I’m Troy Ave with that tool
Both hands on it like noon
Remy Ma, I’m a goon
The city big, I’m state time
I’m snatching wigs like waistlines
Crack a bitch with my cellphone, really put her on Facetime
That ghostwriter bout to call her
That lifeline getting shorter
RIP Biggie Smalls, why the fuck they ain’t want her?
I was cooking in the kitchen
I was minding my business
Now I gotta get gangster
Cause these bitches is haters

[Hook: Phresher]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One god damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Boy, now what’s the issue?
You gonna make me get with you
You want talk that girlie talk bitch you can talk to my pistol
Wait, wait, wait a minute
I got big paper I’m spendin’
I get to flashin’ on ’em, my whip blasted on ’em, I mean any nigga can get it
That’s 30 in the extendo
I had your bitch in the end zone
Nigga she sucked me out the friend zone
Nigga she sucked me out the friend zone
I’m so good with the hoes
I pulled up in the Rolls
With my diamonds blinkin’ like strobes
In a Kanye shirt with holes
I’m blowin’ paper like Dat
My niggas in here strapped
They’ll bust, you won’t bust back
That’s why I act how I act
I see it oh, so, clear
You niggas ain’t really-really with this shit
Got me thinkin’ I really, really, really run this bitch

[Hook: Phresher]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait a minute
One god damn minute
Hold up wait a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
I start shit then I finish
Hard head I don’t listen
Diamonds on my wrist glisten
Nigga let me count ya minutes

A Tribe Called Quest – Mobius Lyrics

[Verse 1: Consequence]
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels
They say Illuminati and other ordeals
Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal
And now it’s more real than it is for any other star
And that’s enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar
I should probably get awards when the Emmys are
For how I deal with the path like Remy Ma
I get in the car like a sniper’s on the roof now
But don’t confuse how you see me, have to move now
I got bars like the cypher’s in the booth now
Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier
‘Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia
‘Long as they say my name right in the media
If you don’t, that’s a sin like Cincinnati
‘Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys
I been spittin’ at the camera like Trick Daddy
So swag, he could have broke up with IG
I ain’t surprised that they broke up on IG
I got the game on IV
Might as well have a live feed
Keep a fresh cut from Aunt B
So I always match the picture in my ID
They packin’ Dub C and run with MAC 10
I was still a baby Similac then
And what the crack era did to black men
It had to be an error if you had a Cadillac then

[Vere 2: Busta Rhymes]
How I rock mine, I throw it up
Makin’ sure that you niggas all are on the same page
Powerful force, you better look both ways
Fuck that, I’m chokin’ niggas, it’s goin’ down
I’m from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sound
Skip town, hit ’em with impeccable pound
Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon’ drown
Rip shit….oh, wait, wait, wait, wait….
I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again
You already know the script, roundhouse kick
She lookin’ at me, lickin’ her lip
Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with the dip
With your bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt
I got the half moon clip, that’s banana, a good planner
A new anger like a larger Bruce Banner, out the house
Nigga, if you open your mouth
Damn, nigga, if you open you mouth
Fuck the press, I’m leavin’ every room in a mess
Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin’ soda
Keep it movin’, keep the convo short and bring a case of Henny
House of Pain, I control many
House of lies, where niggas go run, hide
Peep the way the scribe conflict with they real lives
(Nigga) Phonetic shit, we go bizarre
Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical
Mention no animals, roamin’ like a czar
Every time I blah for the record, the shit splatter
The whole data, no bullshit, the boom bapper
I pull the gat up, whip the ship, come to bat up
When I pull up too niggas even your momma goin’ scatter

A Tribe Called Quest – Mobius

[Verse 1: Consequence]
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels
They say Illuminati and other ordeals
Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal
And now it’s more real than it is for any other star
And that’s enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar
I should probably get awards when the Emmys are
For how I deal with the path like Remy Ma
I get in the car like a sniper’s on the roof now
But don’t confuse how you see me, have to move now
I got bars like the cypher’s in the booth now
Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier
‘Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia
‘Long as they say my name right in the media
If you don’t, that’s a sin like Cincinnati
‘Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys
I been spittin’ at the camera like Trick Daddy
So swag, he could have broke up with IG
I ain’t surprised that they broke up on IG
I got the game on IV
Might as well have a live feed
Keep a fresh cut from Aunt B
So I always match the picture in my ID
They packin’ Dub C and run with MAC 10
I was still a baby Similac then
And what the crack era did to black men
It had to be an error if you had a Cadillac then

[Vere 2: Busta Rhymes]
How I rock mine, I throw it up
Makin’ sure that you niggas all are on the same page
Powerful force, you better look both ways
Fuck that, I’m chokin’ niggas, it’s goin’ down
I’m from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sound
Skip town, hit ’em with impeccable pound
Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon’ drown
Rip shit….oh, wait, wait, wait, wait….
I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again
You already know the script, roundhouse kick
She lookin’ at me, lickin’ her lip
Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with the dip
With your bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt
I got the half moon clip, that’s banana, a good planner
A new anger like a larger Bruce Banner, out the house
Nigga, if you open your mouth
Damn, nigga, if you open you mouth
Fuck the press, I’m leavin’ every room in a mess
Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin’ soda
Keep it movin’, keep the convo short and bring a case of Henny
House of Pain, I control many
House of lies, where niggas go run, hide
Peep the way the scribe conflict with they real lives
(Nigga) Phonetic shit, we go bizarre
Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical
Mention no animals, roamin’ like a czar
Every time I blah for the record, the shit splatter
The whole data, no bullshit, the boom bapper
I pull the gat up, whip the ship, come to bat up
When I pull up too niggas even your momma goin’ scatter

FAT JOE – Money Showers lyrics

Joe Crack, Remy Ma
This is Dolla Sign, oh ya

Understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town

Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain

10 bands for the prettiest bitch
No hands if you really the shit
My nigga pretty new drop the music, he got something to say
Got her staring at the pole like election day
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
No lie, see everything Gucci, we steady mobbing
Who else could turn a stripper into Tonya Harding?

Understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town

Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain

See you gotta understand I’m bad enough to take your husband
Bitch I fuck your man then give him back when I’m done, ugh
Front of my pussy on the back of his tongue
I ain’t had love for a nigga since what happened to Pun
So if he fuck around and I don’t happen to cum
Nigga you can be my ex, that’s where I’m from
Man these funny style bitches, I be laughing at them
Hoes be grabbing his dick, I be grabbing his gun
Walking out the court, thumbs up, Jon Gotti
On my ’93 Biggie shit, bullshit and party
Bitch claiming she the queen, what? Not hardly
Who the fuck gave you your crown bitch? Steve Harvey?

Understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town

Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain

Rain, rain, rain, rain
Rain, rain, rain, rain
(Why don’t all the ?)
(But why don’t all the treat her?)
(Why?)

But I like honesty what have I done to you?

Fat Joe – Money Showers lyrics

Joe Crack, Remy Ma
This is Dolla $ign, oh ya

Understand, they got to understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town

Money showers, spray, spray, spray
Whole lotta money showers, spray, spray, spray