Showing Out
Yuugh!
Hoe I'm major, that shit nothing
Young nigga, old money, Benjamin Button
Seeing through your poker face, that nigga bluffing
Ladies going gaga for a nigga tryna fuck 'em
Nickel plate tuck it, hesitate nothing
And I got the AR, why I like to bust it?
Why I need counseling? Why I won't discuss it?
Why I spend Donkey Kong knots in the mall like fuck it?
Pull up at the stop light, looking at this cop like
Yeah I drive big shit, naw my license ain't right
Still let the top drop back when it's sunny
Cause life ain't nothing but bitches and money
I don't know what is, it's something inside
I need that attention, I just can't hide
Keep hearing these voices inside my mind
Saying fuck the rest, it's time to shine
I know that's how, the good ones died
But I need that risk, I need that drive
I'm stealing your bitch, I'm stealing your grind
Bitches sing this, and that's why I'm
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Old school Chevy, wide body like a Phantom
5 stars love him but them haters can't stand him
UK money, 150 thousand pounds
All-white Lamb sitting low to the ground
I just joined the game, the Millionaire Boys Club
Gave me a box of baking soda and a skateboard
I'm in the kitchen putting the work on steroids
Peeking out the blinds for the Feds, I'm paranoid
Naw I ain't platinum, but how I'm a millionaire?
I know this a four-door, so how it ain't no ceiling there?
Showing off little mama, going hard little daddy
Yo Gotti homeboy and I'm a walking dope package
I don't know what is, it's something inside
I need that attention, I just can't hide
Keep hearing these voices inside my mind
Saying fuck the rest, it's time to shine
I know that's how, the good ones died
But I need that risk, I need that drive
I'm stealing your bitch, I'm stealing your grind
Bitches sing this, and that's why I'm
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
I'm from the era of letter to the better
They tell me rap changed, well I'ma have to let her
Common loved her, I wish I never met her
They slutted her out, there's nothing left to treasure
Seems all I hear em say, "Nigga, where them dollars at?"
Here they go right here, tell them niggas holla back
Hit it then I quit it then I step like a welcome mat
That 2010 got me feeling like I'm all of that
Re-Up Gang trinity, Liva, me and Pusha T
Got my money right, them haters tight like virginity
They don't understand how I feed off the energy
My table is prepared in the presence of my enemies
I don't know what is, it's something inside
I need that attention, I just can't hide
Keep hearing these voices inside my mind
Saying fuck the rest, it's time to shine
I know that's how, the good ones died
But I need that risk, I need that drive
I'm stealing your bitch, I'm stealing your grind
Bitches sing this, and that's why I'm
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Hoe I'm major, that shit nothing
Young nigga, old money, Benjamin Button
Seeing through your poker face, that nigga bluffing
Ladies going gaga for a nigga tryna fuck 'em
Nickel plate tuck it, hesitate nothing
And I got the AR, why I like to bust it?
Why I need counseling? Why I won't discuss it?
Why I spend Donkey Kong knots in the mall like fuck it?
Pull up at the stop light, looking at this cop like
Yeah I drive big shit, naw my license ain't right
Still let the top drop back when it's sunny
Cause life ain't nothing but bitches and money
I don't know what is, it's something inside
I need that attention, I just can't hide
Keep hearing these voices inside my mind
Saying fuck the rest, it's time to shine
I know that's how, the good ones died
But I need that risk, I need that drive
I'm stealing your bitch, I'm stealing your grind
Bitches sing this, and that's why I'm
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Old school Chevy, wide body like a Phantom
5 stars love him but them haters can't stand him
UK money, 150 thousand pounds
All-white Lamb sitting low to the ground
I just joined the game, the Millionaire Boys Club
Gave me a box of baking soda and a skateboard
I'm in the kitchen putting the work on steroids
Peeking out the blinds for the Feds, I'm paranoid
Naw I ain't platinum, but how I'm a millionaire?
I know this a four-door, so how it ain't no ceiling there?
Showing off little mama, going hard little daddy
Yo Gotti homeboy and I'm a walking dope package
I don't know what is, it's something inside
I need that attention, I just can't hide
Keep hearing these voices inside my mind
Saying fuck the rest, it's time to shine
I know that's how, the good ones died
But I need that risk, I need that drive
I'm stealing your bitch, I'm stealing your grind
Bitches sing this, and that's why I'm
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
I'm from the era of letter to the better
They tell me rap changed, well I'ma have to let her
Common loved her, I wish I never met her
They slutted her out, there's nothing left to treasure
Seems all I hear em say, "Nigga, where them dollars at?"
Here they go right here, tell them niggas holla back
Hit it then I quit it then I step like a welcome mat
That 2010 got me feeling like I'm all of that
Re-Up Gang trinity, Liva, me and Pusha T
Got my money right, them haters tight like virginity
They don't understand how I feed off the energy
My table is prepared in the presence of my enemies
I don't know what is, it's something inside
I need that attention, I just can't hide
Keep hearing these voices inside my mind
Saying fuck the rest, it's time to shine
I know that's how, the good ones died
But I need that risk, I need that drive
I'm stealing your bitch, I'm stealing your grind
Bitches sing this, and that's why I'm
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy
Credits
Writer(s): Pharrell Williams, Terrence Thornton, Mario Sentell Giden, Gene Thornton
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.