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Gorilla Pimpin

Traffic

Slide

[Intro]
Yeah, you hear that?
That ain’t thunder… that’s the sound of the grind payin’ off.
Storm’s comin’… it’s rainin’ money.
Let’s go.

[Verse 1]
I been hustlin’ since the crack of dawn, no sleep in my eyes,
Stackin’ dreams to the ceiling, watchin’ doubters criticize.
They said I’d never make it, I said watch me ascend,
Turn my hustle into heaven, every loss into a friend.
From the block to the booth, from the trap to the charts,
Every dollar I earned came straight from my heart.
I learned patience, perseverance, and how to stay strong,
Now the storm’s droppin’ dollars, every bill is a song.

Came up from nothin’, every night cold and hungry,
Now I throw racks in the air, feelin’ rich and funky.
They can hate, they can talk, they can throw shade,
I’m buildin’ my empire while they sit and fade.
Every struggle turned to power, every pain into stacks,
Every failure just a lesson that got my back.
So when the clouds open up and the money pour down,
Know this storm I created, I wear the crown.

[Chorus]
Do you hear that storm? It’s rainin’ money, watch it fall,
From the streets to the penthouse, I built it all.
Every stack, every dollar, every paper I claim,
Came from hustle, from grind, from playin’ the game.
Do you hear that storm? It’s cash in the sky,
I turned my pain into riches, now I fly high.
They can doubt, they can hate, they can stand in the rain,
But I’m laughin’ in the storm, collectin’ my gain.

[Verse 2]
Remember nights I had nothing, pockets ripped and torn,
Now I’m throwin’ bands like confetti, every morn.
The grind was the rain, the struggle was the storm,
Every hustle a lightning bolt, every move transform.
I ain’t waitin’ on luck, I create my own fate,
Every setback just fuel, now I’m servin’ my plate.
The storm ain’t a curse, it’s the blessing I earned,
Every dollar a story, every stack a lesson learned.

From the trap to the top, every move calculated,
Every loss a teacher, every win celebrated.
They can talk behind my back, try to catch me slippin’,
I just smile, throw money, let the haters listen.
Do you hear that storm? Yeah, it’s drippin’ gold,
I built this empire while they did what they’re told.
Every grind, every hustle, every late-night prayer,
Now it rains money — I’m breathin’ rare air.

[Chorus]
Do you hear that storm? It’s rainin’ money, watch it fall,
From the streets to the penthouse, I built it all.
Every stack, every dollar, every paper I claim,
Came from hustle, from grind, from playin’ the game.
Do you hear that storm? It’s cash in the sky,
I turned my pain into riches, now I fly high.
They can doubt, they can hate, they can stand in the rain,
But I’m laughin’ in the storm, collectin’ my gain.

[Bridge]
It ain’t just money, it’s proof that I survived,
Every struggle, every loss, made me feel alive.
This storm is respect, this storm is my grind,
Every drop is a message to the doubters behind.
I’m risin’ above, never settlin’ for less,
The storm’s my crown, my hustle, my success.
From the nights cold and lonely to the days full of shine,
I made it rain money ‘cause the hustle’s all mine.

[Verse 3]
Now the clubs hear it, the streets feel the blast,
The storm’s raining cash, I made my own path.
From the pen to the paper, from the block to the stage,
I turned my struggle into dollars, my pain into rage.
Every fan, every homie, every real one around,
Feelin’ the storm when I throw this paper down.
Do you hear that thunder? Nah, it ain’t a sound,
It’s money hittin’ the floor, empire I found.

I ain’t flexin’ for nothin’, I earned every dime,
Every hustle, every night, every climb.
So watch the storm pour, watch the paper rain,
Self-made king, never broke again.

[Final Chorus]

[Outro]
Yeah… that storm? That’s me.
It’s my grind, my hustle, my life.
It’s raining money because I refused to quit.
Do you hear it? That’s success.

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