Jim Jones - Showoff lyrics

rate me

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.

Told my broad to get back dressed

Cover up your titties

Put your bra back on, fucking look so pretty

You ain't got to get naked

If you wanna show that body

She was looking so sexy when I pulled in the party

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!

Thanks to Yourcakepusha for correcting these lyrics