Way down in Atlanta getting funky with the junky
There was a man who stood behind who did not have a single twenty
He was making it rain with the ones and the fivers
Making it rain, making it rain, making it
Making it rain, making it rain, making it
Making it rain, making it rain
Making it rain, making it rain
Making it rain, making it rain
Making it rain, making it rain, making it
Making it rain, making it rain, making it
He was an African man with an egg-shaped head
I can provide that is what he said, he said
"Here's my cell number, my pager number
My office number, my home number"
She said "You gonna give me yo' momma's number down in Uganda?"
He said "Do you require that?"
She said "psh, yeah!"
I'm gonna call your momma down in Uganda
I'm gonna call your momma down in Uganda
Tell her that you're making it rain
I'm gonna call your momma down in Uganda
I'm gonna call your momma down in Uganda
Tell her that you're making it rain
Making it rain, making it rain
Making it rain, making it rain
Making it rain, making it rain
Making it rain, making it rain
Call your momma down in Uganda
Call your momma down in Uganda
Making it rain, making it rain
Making it rain, making it rain
Call your momma down in Uganda
Making it rain, making it rain
Making it rain, making it rain
Call your momma
Down in Uganda
I'm gonna tell her that you're making it rain
Making it rain, making it rain
Making it rain, making it rain
Making it rain, making it rain
Making it rain, making it rain
Call your momma down in Uganda
I'm gonna call up your momma
Down in Uganda
Making it rain, making it rain
Making it rain, making it rain
Making it rain, making it rain
Making it rain, making it rain
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