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

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[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