Show Out Lyrics- Juicy J (feat. Young Jeezy & Big Sean)

Show Out Lyrics- Juicy J (feat. Young Jeezy & Big Sean)

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]

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 ho out

Everytime I go out, you know I bring 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

[Verse 1: Juicy J]

Trippy niggaz and a few hoes

One night, two shows

That's two mansions and a team expansion

Thumbin' through a check, got me sweatin and pantin'

When you getting money chicks start coming around

Niggaz start hatin' who's holdin' you down

All this ice I'm just livin the life

Bad bitches want me, give me head like lice

Hit club LIV in a rush

Pockets so swole I think they finna bust

Ace in my hand and a 45 tuck

Money coming down codeine pourin up

Smokin on some dope, always on a float

20 years in niggaz callin me the G.O.A.T

Money adding up you haters going broke

Still in the game while you niggaz ridin old

See me showin out they muggin I dont give a fuck

How I start my morning off a zip and a double cup

Hating ass niggaz, y'all behind me

Ball so hard they want to fine me

Juicy J, Taylor Gang

I been rich since the 90's

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[Verse 2: Big Sean]

All these ratchets hoes say I ain't shit

Well, at least I ain't broke ho

Stackin paper like old folks

And you still stayin with your old folks

She a fan, that's fantastic, poppin zany's, that's zantastic

Gettin rich, band-tastic, white girls like Anne Hatha-

Way going, way out, they wait for my bandwagon

She let me bang and I ain't got a bandana

Ooh (Freaky) that's just how I move

Fast girls, fast money, no more fast food

Came up first class, my passport gettin tattooed (boi)

Young ass playa doing everything that I have to

So everytime I go out...

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[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]

I got some bad bitches with me

Say they like Rihanna love Whitney

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

Finesse is on a milli, it lookin like a blowout

100 bitches with me, look like I left the ho house

100 racks with me, look like I left the blow house

Now we poppin bottles, they came with the sparkles

Got my niggaz with me, they came with them yoppers

Got a few ratchets, even a couple models

20 car caravan, I bet they gon follow, ugh

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