It's raining money, hallelujah, it's raining money. Amen
I'm gonna go out, I'm gonna let myself get absolutely soaking wet
It's raining money
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
"Weatherman, weatherman, tell me what the weather is"
"Fyütch, it's 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
I swear I must've died broke and woke up Born Again
Fly as hell, living well, stacking Benjamins
And I ain't 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
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