Rihanna – Raining Men (feat. Nicki Minaj) Lyrics

Raining Men

Rihanna (feat. Nicki Minaj)

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"Raining Men." - Rihanna (feat. Nicki Minaj)

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:25 pm

Album: Loud (Deluxe)

Track No: 08

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a playa by a toe
If you want to, let him go
Ladies, don't worry 'cause they got plenty more
Men be fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out
Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out
Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out
Always rainin' men, girl, whatcha worried 'bout?
Who you think you gettin' with that, "Hi, let me freak ya?"
You got me mistaken thinkin' you gon' get it easy
First of all, you need to know that I am not the one
Think you gettin' somethin', baby, you ain't gettin' none
All you need to know that I'ma two times five
Load it, cock it, aim it, baby, boom, bye-bye
Set your standards lower, boy, you're aimin' too high
Matter of fact, your friend looks better, so goodbye
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a playa by a toe
If you want to, let him go
Ladies, don't worry 'cause they got plenty more
Men be fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out
Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out
Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out
Always rainin' men, girl, whatcha worried 'bout?
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, oh
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, oh
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, oh
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, whoa, oh
Excuse you, but who are you fixin' to be?
Let them motherfuckers know there's plenty fish in the sea
And he sweatin' me just 'cause I got the tightest hole
But I couldn't find that-that thing with a microscope
Let me dum-dum that da-da da-da, dum dum dum
I ain't trippin' on your money, money, long, long, long
Want my own TV production company
So tell Harpo to hit me, Celie
Anyway, RiRi, what rhymes with your name freely?
Money got your vacationin' in Chile
Do you wanna sit on the back while I wheelie, really, really?
No, for real, really?
Laid out on the beach, they be feedin' me my catfishes
'Cause it's rainin' men, fat bitches
Men be fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out
Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out
Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out
Always rainin' men, girl, whatcha worried 'bout?
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, oh
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, oh
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, oh
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, whoa, oh
I said, aye, outta my way, where my ladies?
Ridin' big, livin' good, doin' big things
Dancin' don't pay
Player, keep the money, I can buy my own drink
Up in the club (Aye)
See, men comin' dime a dozen, so it don't mean nothin' to me (Aye)
And I ain't even worry about you, homie
'Cause there's plenty more fish in the sea (Okay)
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a playa by a toe
If you want to, let him go
Ladies, don't worry 'cause they got plenty more
Men be fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out
Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out
Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out
Always rainin' men, girl, whatcha worried 'bout?
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, oh
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, oh
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, oh
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, whoa, oh
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, oh
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, oh
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, oh
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, whoa, oh

Writer(s): Melvin Hough, Rivelino Wouter, Theron Thomas, Timothy Thomas & Onika Maraj.

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