BeatKing, Bun B - Show It lyrics
[BeatKing, Bun B - Show It lyrics]
If you getting money, young nigga show it
Young nigga show it
If you getting money, young nigga blow it
Young nigga blow up throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch, hold up, hold up
Club god got the juice
Pull up in that coupe
All the strippers call me Zeus
Praise this name
I got to the paper with no excuse
Tip it, slap it, tease in the
Back, my trunk sit obtuse, swoosh
I just ran game on the yellow
Tip it, swang, hit the propeller
I be down the block, I
Get gwuap, I'm sippin' drank, rich forever
Nigga I be banging these hoes
Never saving these hoes
From the North to the South, my
Paper or else I'm a boss, i swang any 4's
Paper full of bottles, table full of models
If a nigga mean muggin' then it's
A table full of problems texas Hammer gang
We got Tec's and hammers aimed
At your motherfucking brain
And they ain't coming from the pawn
Shop so they ain't gone jam
I'm bending corners in the lamb'
Bitch I'm Club God, broke
H Town we been stuck cause we
Ain't got no more Act
Young nigga show them racks, hold up
If you getting money, young nigga show it
Young nigga show it
If you getting money, young nigga blow it
Young nigga blow up throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch, hold up, hold up
Say man I'm rollin through the city
Late night up in the whip
My chrome shoe shining with the
Wood grain to grip
No punch for me to sip but
It's a swisher on my lip
And it's pistol on my lap foo
So don't you even trip
With BeatKingKong in the concrete jungle
In a baby blue big body Benz, no struggle
The muzzle's on the Magnum but
I used to use potatoes
Leave your shirt red bitch and
Not with no tomatoes
Pussy lay low like it's that
Time of the month
Use that heater like a tampon
Put it in your cunt
I talk blunt and I smoke blunts
They with kush too
Haters try and everything they can
But, I push through i'm from the home of
I can get the music done
And also get it poppin'
Hit you with the shot bitch
From way behind the arch
I'm the boogie man bitch don't let
Me me catch you after dark mothafucka
If you getting money, young nigga show it
Young nigga show it
If you getting money, young nigga blow it
Young nigga blow up throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch, hold up, hold up
Young nigga show it
If you getting money, young nigga blow it
Young nigga blow up throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch, hold up, hold up
Club god got the juice
Pull up in that coupe
All the strippers call me Zeus
Praise this name
I got to the paper with no excuse
Tip it, slap it, tease in the
Back, my trunk sit obtuse, swoosh
I just ran game on the yellow
Tip it, swang, hit the propeller
I be down the block, I
Get gwuap, I'm sippin' drank, rich forever
Nigga I be banging these hoes
Never saving these hoes
From the North to the South, my
Paper or else I'm a boss, i swang any 4's
Paper full of bottles, table full of models
If a nigga mean muggin' then it's
A table full of problems texas Hammer gang
We got Tec's and hammers aimed
At your motherfucking brain
And they ain't coming from the pawn
Shop so they ain't gone jam
I'm bending corners in the lamb'
Bitch I'm Club God, broke
H Town we been stuck cause we
Ain't got no more Act
Young nigga show them racks, hold up
If you getting money, young nigga show it
Young nigga show it
If you getting money, young nigga blow it
Young nigga blow up throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch, hold up, hold up
Say man I'm rollin through the city
Late night up in the whip
My chrome shoe shining with the
Wood grain to grip
No punch for me to sip but
It's a swisher on my lip
And it's pistol on my lap foo
So don't you even trip
With BeatKingKong in the concrete jungle
In a baby blue big body Benz, no struggle
The muzzle's on the Magnum but
I used to use potatoes
Leave your shirt red bitch and
Not with no tomatoes
Pussy lay low like it's that
Time of the month
Use that heater like a tampon
Put it in your cunt
I talk blunt and I smoke blunts
They with kush too
Haters try and everything they can
But, I push through i'm from the home of
I can get the music done
And also get it poppin'
Hit you with the shot bitch
From way behind the arch
I'm the boogie man bitch don't let
Me me catch you after dark mothafucka
If you getting money, young nigga show it
Young nigga show it
If you getting money, young nigga blow it
Young nigga blow up throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch, hold up, hold up