Boosie Badazz, K Camp, Wankaego - Show Em lyrics
Kristopher Thomas Campbell
[Boosie Badazz, K Camp, Wankaego - Show Em lyrics]
Camp! K CAMP lately, I've been gettin' money
(Big Fruit)
Lately, I've been gettin' money
I can't help how you feel
Baby you a real one, get hit
Show 'em you real show 'em you real
Lately, I've been gettin' money
I can't help how you feel
Lately, I've been gettin' a whole
A whole lot of money
My haters they been gettin' a whole
Whole lot of nothing
I can’t help that I'm this hot
I'm so so blessed
You have fun wit them riders I’m so, so fresh
Everything I touch turn gold i’mma winner
Lately, it's playboy mansion pussy
Might dig ha
You don't no my struggle everyday
Anotha bag ask the world who the man?
They gone tell you boosie badazz
Call it my freedom, now I'm eatin'
They got whiplash
7- 45 on my wrist, right now I'm so rich
I can't help how you feel
Cuz you feel how you feel
I’m just gon' do me and
Continue to be too real 6 different hustles
Now I'm bringin' in a new year
Thank god, real music been saved
Boosie boo hear they mad
Bout as cold as me, minors on they knee's
Ever since I been released
Money falling off of trees! Errbody know
I'm gettin' cash my own crib, my own car
Sittin' back, gettin' money bags
I'm swimmin' in I, l-l-lone shark
Countin' checks, that GPS don't stop beepin'
Like da sound off, that navigation
Lead me to the paper
Like on star, them trap niggas they love me
Them whack bitches ain't nothin' to me
Cuz ain't none of them hoes above me
I'm so dope, I blow cash
You hoes broke that's yo' bad
You can't afford my tote bag
I'm killin' shit
Toe tag, see me in the whip
Like deuces go hang ya self
Y'all nuisance, we turnt up, we turnt out
My liquor straight, no juices sittin'
By my radi in the gettin' bread
Like I work at panera
Panoramic roof, who disappear it
I reappear it in the panarama
You know me
I grew up straight up off fast money
That Maserati jag money
Stop handcuffin' dat bitch
Sound like a band don't it? It seal
Up like a man don't it?
I expect them bands on it, we get hoes
Then we fuck 'em
They gon' brag on it, you can talk that talk
Can you walk that walk with bout
8 times ass on ya?
Had my lil' bitch turn every song
Into her dance floor oh that ain't nuthin'
You should see her with no pants on
I first night my girl
My relationships don't last long
But it be so fun while it
Be lastin' and I last long
And she lick on my tattoos
While I blast on her
And I see that pretty pussy
See dats da one to call
(Big Fruit)
Lately, I've been gettin' money
I can't help how you feel
Baby you a real one, get hit
Show 'em you real show 'em you real
Lately, I've been gettin' money
I can't help how you feel
Lately, I've been gettin' a whole
A whole lot of money
My haters they been gettin' a whole
Whole lot of nothing
I can’t help that I'm this hot
I'm so so blessed
You have fun wit them riders I’m so, so fresh
Everything I touch turn gold i’mma winner
Lately, it's playboy mansion pussy
Might dig ha
You don't no my struggle everyday
Anotha bag ask the world who the man?
They gone tell you boosie badazz
Call it my freedom, now I'm eatin'
They got whiplash
7- 45 on my wrist, right now I'm so rich
I can't help how you feel
Cuz you feel how you feel
I’m just gon' do me and
Continue to be too real 6 different hustles
Now I'm bringin' in a new year
Thank god, real music been saved
Boosie boo hear they mad
Bout as cold as me, minors on they knee's
Ever since I been released
Money falling off of trees! Errbody know
I'm gettin' cash my own crib, my own car
Sittin' back, gettin' money bags
I'm swimmin' in I, l-l-lone shark
Countin' checks, that GPS don't stop beepin'
Like da sound off, that navigation
Lead me to the paper
Like on star, them trap niggas they love me
Them whack bitches ain't nothin' to me
Cuz ain't none of them hoes above me
I'm so dope, I blow cash
You hoes broke that's yo' bad
You can't afford my tote bag
I'm killin' shit
Toe tag, see me in the whip
Like deuces go hang ya self
Y'all nuisance, we turnt up, we turnt out
My liquor straight, no juices sittin'
By my radi in the gettin' bread
Like I work at panera
Panoramic roof, who disappear it
I reappear it in the panarama
You know me
I grew up straight up off fast money
That Maserati jag money
Stop handcuffin' dat bitch
Sound like a band don't it? It seal
Up like a man don't it?
I expect them bands on it, we get hoes
Then we fuck 'em
They gon' brag on it, you can talk that talk
Can you walk that walk with bout
8 times ass on ya?
Had my lil' bitch turn every song
Into her dance floor oh that ain't nuthin'
You should see her with no pants on
I first night my girl
My relationships don't last long
But it be so fun while it
Be lastin' and I last long
And she lick on my tattoos
While I blast on her
And I see that pretty pussy
See dats da one to call