Letra A.D.I.D.A.S. B.O.B

A.D.I.D.A.S.

Can you feel it, can you feel it?
Money falling from the ceiling
I'ma make it rain on you, baby
Wanna know, the money's ours
And we're getting sky to showers
I'ma make it rain on you, baby
Your body, body yeah, body yeah, body yeah
Dreaming bout you're sick baby
Your body, body yeah, body yeah, body yeah
Dreaming bout you're sick baby

I sleep in that pussy, I sleep in that pussy
So I dream of that pussy, I dream of that pussy, yeah
Candle whip she ride me to
Booty so big I can see when I'm looking
Swerve, she say I got a lot of nerve
I say she got a lot of curb
I dreamed about it then I woke up and did it
That's when you're living by your word
She gonna keep a nigga in every rotation
Big chance, get her wet, now she going navy
President out thumbs standing ovation
Me and Ben Franklin cool on relation
She gonna bust it open on sight, on location
I be dodging rain drops, I be on vacation
I be on south beach, I be on day care
She all south to the zones and all the Haitians
Read about it, read about it
I need it, I can't sleep without it
She exotic, she exotic
I'm free to get some decent mileage
We been wailing, we been wailing
We been wailing, we been wailing
And when I say a day I dream about
I ain't talking about a sneaker ???

Can you feel it, can you feel it?
Money falling from the ceiling
I'ma make it rain on you, baby
Wanna know, the money's ours
And we're getting sky to showers
I'ma make it rain on you, baby
Your body, body yeah, body yeah, body yeah
Dreaming bout you're sick baby
Your body, body yeah, body yeah, body yeah
Dreaming bout you're sick baby

Niggas ain't shit association on a president
But for you I make exceptions
I swear your body heaven sent
It's evident, I pleasure it, I treasure it, yeah
Can you feel it? Money falling from the ceiling
Make it rain, make a killing
I'ma fuck around and leave the children
In the motherfucking room
And the way you dancing got a nigga feeling like I'm so ???
Slow down let me work don't move
Man I'm going back in I go
I'ma dive in that pussy like a pool
When you soaking wet my hands alone
You then can pop a Percocet
I swear this is the best I lived forever and never, never
Scratching on my body 'cause a nigga do it better, better, better
I fuck with chica cucito
I run the LS Adidas
And all day I, all day, all day I
I dream about ???

Can you feel it, can you feel it?
Money falling from the ceiling
I'ma make it rain on you, baby
Wanna know, the money's ours
And we're getting sky to showers
I'ma make it rain on you, baby
Your body, body yeah, body yeah, body yeah
Dreaming bout you're sick baby
Your body, body yeah, body yeah, body yeah
Dreaming bout you're sick baby