Weatherman lyrics - Kodak Black (with Yo Gotti)

 [Kodak Black:]

So much cheese no not government

We just hit a lick for 10 bands

But now I need 100 grand

Got cookies like the gingerbread man

All these 100's pop my rubberband

Shut up, your irrelevant ass

Make it rain call me thunderman

Dammit where the weatherman at?


[Yo Gotti:]

Trap money, Neiman Marcus

250 in my pocket, I can buy a 'rari

I'm young, black and rich, I know I'm a target

If I put my hands up, they gon' shoot regardless

I just bought my sister that new Benz

This money turn your enemies to friends

Lil bitch tryna chop me for the pussy

So I would never fuck that hoe again

Audemaur, nig, been a star, just bought another car

I been sellin' bricks, so white sour diesel out the jar

Cocaine had a nigga far, all my dogs know who they are

All my plugs gon' bring they pack, all my hoes gon' play they part

I'm the weather man, whatever man

Make it rain, make it snow, tell a hoe

I'ma change her

Like fuck her then tell her she gotta go

They like "Gotti, where the forecast at?"

I predict a lot of snow coming in, with a little Kodak


[Kodak Black:]

So much cheese no not government

We just hit a lick for 10 bands

But now I need 100 grand

Got cookies like the gingerbread man

All these 100's pop my rubberband

Shut up, your irrelevant ass

Make it rain call me thunderman

Dammit where the weatherman at?


You run up, I'm gon' bust you then ask

That Kodak, he got so much damn swag

You always out your lane, your pants sag

Lil boy, you need to go to damn class

I just bought my mom a Louis handbag

I just run a target for 10 bands

Lil niggas gettin' all the damn cash

So that why all you niggas gettin' mad

No government a nigga can't cheat

I was in the trap since elementary

20 caps, can call me Ali

Might take another trip to Larry

Filthy bitch, look at your damn feet

He come behind me on the banshee

Did I tell you what I hit for 10 G?

Me and Jackboy like Ed and Eddy


So much cheese no not government

We just hit a lick for 10 bands

But now I need 100 grand

Got cookies like the gingerbread man

All these 100's pop my rubberband

Shut up, your irrelevant ass

Make it rain call me thunderman

Dammit where the weatherman at?


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