Boosie Badazz - Watch '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
Show 'em you real 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 robbers I'm so
So fresh everything I touch turn gold
I'mma winner
Lately, it's playboy mansion pussy
Might dig her
You don't no my struggle everyday
Anotha bag ask the world who the man?
They gone tell you Boosie badazz
Doubted 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
'Cause you feel how you feel
I'm just gon' do me and
Continue to be too real 6 different hustles
How 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
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
Show 'em you real show 'em you real
Show 'em you real
Lately, I've been gettin' money
I can't help how you feel
Queen of Trill 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 Onstar
Them trap niggas they love me
Them whack bitches bow down to me
'Cause 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
Sip Amaretto in a Porsche
Carrera gettin' bread
Like I worked at Panera
Panoramic roof, poof disappeara
I reappeara in a Panamera
Lately, I've been gettin' money
I can't help how you feel
Baby, you a real one, get hit, tell 'em real
You know me
I grew up straight up off fast money
That Maserati jag money, stop handcuffin'
Six twelves, old schooled that bitch
Sound like a band don't it?
It sit up like a man don't it
I spent them bands on it
We get hoes, then we fuck
They gon' brag on it
You can talk that talk can
You walk that walk, i'll A Town dance on ya
Had my lil' bitch turn every song
Into her dance song oh that ain't nothin'
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 see that pretty pussy
See dats da one to call
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
Show 'em you real show 'em you real
Show 'em you real
Lately, I've been gettin' money
I can't help how you feel