[Flame] 🔥 Yo Gotti - Weatherman Lyrics
[Hook: 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?
[Verse 1: 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
[Hook: 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?
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
 You run up, I’m gon’ bust your damn ass
 That Kodak, he got so much damn swag
 You always outchea lettin’ 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
 Not government, a nigga gettin’ cheese
 I was in the trap since elementary
 20 pack, can call me Ed Reed
 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
[Hook: 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?
