Show Off Lyrics

[Chorus:]
I'll be like [?] take a little bit
Fuck that in your pockets
Let go of my wallet, talk about Bugatti
Pour the drinks to me, momma [?]
You're the one, never lied!
I'm stuntin' on these niggers
I'm stuntin' on these hoes
Stuntin' on these niggers
I'm stuntin' on these hoes
What they call you?
What you call them?
Showoff, showoff, showoff, yeah!

I call you rich and fresh
I keep girls on deck
Hope your boys know how to count
It's a hundred on my neck
Someone's gotta stay warm
Someone's gotta be fresh
[?] dropping on my sweats
[?] the guys coming out, no [?]
[?] I'm running after them checks
If I'm walking out that bank I got that 40, don't get spanked
Don't think about it, don't think about it
I'll shoot a nigga, don't play!
[?] fuck your God damn stash
[?] holding off like twenty years
Fucking on this cash.
You know we are here camping
Party is out the Hamptons
High speed in the highway, my Maserati be dancing

[Chorus:]
I'll be like [?] take a little bit
Fuck that in your pockets
Let go of my wallet, talk about Bugatti
Pour the drinks to me, momma [?]
You're the one, never lied!
I'm stuntin' on these niggers
I'm stuntin' on these hoes
Stuntin' on these niggers
I'm stuntin' on these hoes
What they call you?
What you call them?
Showoff, showoff, showoff, yeah!

[?] same on my [?]
[?] in my pocket, three racks in my [?]
South South we're living, and the [?] salute
Five hundred [?] half the men I coop [?]
I'm a gorilla when I'm outside,
I'm a gorilla in the sheets
I'll be [?] with these hoes,
I will play around with no [?]
No! I just beat it up again,
I just beat it, beat it up!
Molly with [?] I don't know her name
[?] but I sure remember your friend!

[Chorus:]
I'll be like [?] take a little bit
Fuck that in your pockets
Let go of my wallet, talk about Bugatti
Pour the drinks to me, momma [?]
You're the one, never lied!
I'm stuntin' on these niggers
I'm stuntin' on these hoes
Stuntin' on these niggers
I'm stuntin' on these hoes
What they call you?
What you call them?
Showoff, showoff, showoff, yeah!

You catch me [?] this bitch is in that trunk
If you come showing that paper,
Than your bitch come asking crap
My pussy always wet, these niggers [?]
My eyes looking [?]
You know days is [?]
Got that new face with my big face and my big face is blue.
[?] drop top to Miami
Try to catch me a [?] I got no [?] in my pennies.

I show my [?] to get that ass
Cover up your titties
Put your broad back on, fuck it, you look so pretty
You ain't got to get naked
If you wanna show that body
She was looking so sexy when I pulled [?]

[Chorus:]
I'll be like [?] take a little bit
Fuck that in your pockets
Let go of my wallet, talk about Bugatti
Pour the drinks to me, momma [?]
You're the one, never lied!
I'm stuntin' on these niggers
I'm stuntin' on these hoes
Stuntin' on these niggers
I'm stuntin' on these hoes
What they call you?
What you call them?
Showoff, showoff, showoff, yeah!

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