Juicy J - Show Out feat. Young Jeezy & Big Sean текст песни

[Hook]
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
Everytime I go out, you know I bring the dough out
Everytime they go out, you know they bring they hoe out
Everytime I go out, you know I brign that flow out
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

Trippy niggas and a few hoes, one night, 2 shows
That's 2 matches and a team expansion
Thumbing through the checks got me sweating the pants
Way you get money cheese come around
Niggas start hating who's holding you down
All of this ice I'm just living the life
Bad bitch want me give me head like lights
Height club live in a rush,
Pockets so swol, I did it from the bus
Ace in my hand and a 45 tucked
Money coming down codeine pouring up
Smoking on some dope, I was on the flow
20 years and niggas call me the go
Money adding up, you haters going broke
Still in the game whil you niggas riding hope
See me showing out they mugging, I don't give a fuck
How I start my morning off a zip and a douple cup
Hate ass niggas got behind me
Ball so hard, they wanna find me
Juicy j, taylor gang, I've been rich since the 90's

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All these ratchet hoes say I ain't shit

Well, least I ain't broke hoe, hoe
Stacking paper like old folks
And you still staying with your old folks
She a fan, that's fantastic, popping zannies, that's zantastic
Getting rich, fantastic, white girls like anne hathaway
Have the way going, have to wait for my band wagon
She let me bang and I ain't got a bandana, oh
Freaky, that's just how I move
Fast girl, fast money, no more fast food
Came up, first class, my passport getting tattoo
Young ass player doing erything that I have to so you know

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I got some bad bitches with me, say they like rihanna love with me
She say how many bottles do you want, I told her 50
She say anything, yeah bitch, a kidney
Everytime I go out, you know I bring that dough out
Finesses on the millie, it looking like a blow out
Hundred bitches with me, look like I left the hoe house
Hundred racks with me, look like I left the blow house
Now we popping bottles, they came with the sparkles
Got my niggas with me, they came with them yappers
Got a few ratchets, even a couple models
20 car caravan, I bet they gonn follow

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Thanks to sonjia for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Soulja Boy Tellem for correcting these lyrics