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make it rain
14
Hip-Hop/Rap
make it rain was released on August 2, 2026 by lifetoricky as a part of the album pre life - EP
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Release DateAugust 2, 2026
Labellifetoricky
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
deathtoricky x
deathtoricky x
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
deathtoricky x
deathtoricky x
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
hoodrich
hoodrich
Producer

Lyrics

(death-death-death—)
Bitch, bitch, it's lil' Ricky in the club, I make it rain
I knew that I would make it, man, I had to find a way
Couple people called me crazy, sayin' that I lost my brain
Now I'm on a private plane, and I'm 'bout to fly to Spain
I'm sorry, ma, but this shit is not a phase
I can't live paycheck to paycheck, slavin' my whole life away
I never did a course, and I never did a trade
But every fucking Thursday you know Ricky getting paid, though
Solid bars on me baby girl, I like the glaze, though
Loving when she rub on me, it's feeling like some Play-Doh
And you got the feet, but I don't know if it's the play, though
Say you're better than me? Get the fuck up out my face, bro
Now I'm in the Golf, bro, but soon I'm in the Range Rover
Half his line up on the floor, yeah, why not make the changeover?
Baby I've been warming up, but now it's time to take over
Might just quit the rapping, I'ma call my real estate broker
Just to show you I could do it
Since the age of ten, man, I've really been a nuisance
I went to tell my granny 'bout the shit that I've been doing
When I told her that I'm famous, she said, "Ricky, man, I knew it"
Bitch, bitch, it's lil' Ricky in the club, I make it rain
I knew that I would make it, man, I had to find a way
Couple people called me crazy, sayin' that I lost my brain
Now I'm on a private plane, and I'm 'bout to fly to Spain
And my flight has Wi-Fi
But, baby, I don't really wanna FaceTime
'Cause Leo has the shrooms down his jocks
And if the TSA finds it, then he really just might face time
Stack up fifty notes, and I keep it by my waistline
Watch up on my belt, I really don't like to waste time
I'm swimming, Michael Phelps, man, I'm real quick to the baseline
Fucking through the night all the way into the dayt—
Give me— give me one night, and I swear to God it's case closed
Yeah, she found the Xans, but you're not supposed to take those
Irish boy, but I like carrots more than potatoes
She got cheese and onion breath like a bag of Tay— fuck it
Written by: deathtoricky x
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