[Verse 1] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, Mr. Big Showtime You been gone since 'round fo', did you forget your time? You acting like you didn't know, did you forget your mind? And uh, uh… what's the problem, you forget your line? It's a shame, it's a crime, it's a motherf**ing tragedy Pull up to the club like your motherf**ing majesty Tipping on them strippers, and I bet them b**hes raggedy Somebody had to tell you, so you should just be glad it's me Spending money happily, but when you're broke you're frowning Every dollar that I spend, I gotta hear your mouth And still play it cool when you say you're going out If you gotta make it rain, then I pray them b**hes drowning Man I swear you're clowning, stunting for these n***as As your pockets getting smaller, is your ego getting bigger? If that's what it takes for you to stay home and off them strippers Then I hope it f**ing rains until these streets turn into rivers and [Hook] Rain all night ‘Cause he be making it rain all night Tipping these strippers and impressing his n***as And when he get home, he done dumped all his figures And can you imagine, how bad that it feels to have to be his wife So here's hoping it rains all night [Verse 2] ‘cause he got it, girl do he got it The bags is filled with fifties, but the hundreds in his wallet And I know that he'll throw it at me if I go and pop it But how much do you think he'll give me if I split and drop it low? Drop it, drop it, drop it low, back that a** up on the flo' Look him in the eyes while I wrap my legs around the pole Break it down and make it roll, speed it up and take it slow Make him feel like he just f**ed me, nah he never touched me though I know that he got a wife, sometimes he say he gotta go Just ‘cause I take your cash don't mean she gotta know This could really be something, I mean you never know I'll just give you dances and you just give me dough And even though a dance is something you can get at home I bet your wife can't make her a** clap or make her booty roll And all your n***as watching so you best put on a show f** making it pour, you better make it thunderstorm and [Hook] Rain all night ‘Cause he be making it rain all night Tipping these strippers and impressing his n***as And when he get home, he done dumped all his figures And can you imagine, how bad that it feels to have to be his wife So here's hoping it rains all night