FES TAYLOR - Show Something lyrics

rate me

I'm paper chasing, I see the vapors in they faces

King of Hearts playing with aces

You a Joker, Looking like a smoker

Saying you a hustler, Looking like a customer

Don't discuss with us, Conversation on the phone

Slow grind, Kind of patient on our own

Nobody tell if my shit ain't known

So I doubt they ever catch me with the work and the chrome

Try schooling little homie, Don't put dirt in your home

Before you have them alphabet boys searching your home

Graduation from the game, Lacerations on my brain

I can't explain, Think we're going insane

You want change you need a couple dollars

So I think change add up to a couple dollars

So I hustle harder, I but the revolver

Plus I leave your face like a broken carver or punches from Tara

If it ain't about paper then it ain't about nothing

Niggas say they getting bread, Show something, Show something

If it ain't about paper then it ain't about nothing

Niggas say they getting bread, Show something, Show something

(When you see me on the ave. I can see you riding bad

I'm doing good they doing bad, Cause they ain't getting no bread)

Since time is money my money is time

But some niggas ain't built for the grind

Everything the glitters ain't gold

But you know you can't tell a nigga nothing

So I guess he gotta learn on his own

I'm all about getting paper but I watch them haters

If you ain't part of my team then you gets no favor

And beggars can't be choosers and winners cannot be losers

And hating niggas'll try to do ya so I shoot with the shooters

Get em, Get em, We hot, Taylor ran up in the spot

I got his back with a glock, Ya'll ain't really wanna pop

This year's a new year, My niggas getting money even on leap year

I'm telling ya'll niggas ya'll can't eat here

I say money, Cash, Cream, Dinero

Get it how you get it my figures are six zeros

Strip to strip, I get my work in, Brick for brick

Big timing nigga stick your trick

Sick fruity colored kicks, Movie star chicks

Clique like a dominatrix with chains and whips

Yeah-Yeah, If it's money I'm there

And I ain't worried about a thing

I'm like, Let me find something to wear

I ain't needy but I'm greedy, I was told to take it

This the real me, You don't fake it til you make it

I a hands on nigga, Let me touch something

Steady hood hustling with the semi tucked stunting

Cash rules everything, Don't stop get it get it

Long as you know the repercussions come with it

I'm in it to the limit, Staking for them later days

Living like Usain Bolt on a paper chase