K Camp, Tha Joker - Show Money lyrics

Kristopher Thomas Campbell

[K Camp, Tha Joker - Show Money lyrics]

We come to yo city fuck all the bitches
Test out yo weed drank all the liquor
Count up that change
Make sure that it's proper
You want us to rock it send my deposit
Show money, show money, show money
Show money
Show money, show money, show money
Show money
Show money, show money, show money
Show money
Show money, show money, show money
Show money

Feel like I got ADD
I swear I can't just relax
Boy I am flyer then you
It's packed from the front to the back
Which of these two bitches, up in here
Got that slap no I ain't got no virus bitch
But tonight you goin get hat
Looking for the nigga with the gas
Talking 93, octane so if my car on E
I can blow smoke in my tank
Hoes out showing their feet
Coming in the rain or the sleet
All the cars in the parking lot
Like Busey just got released
Smoking on the the couch
Putting hoes in the cushion
Is we looking good
Baby 'cuz we see you lookin
Leave her beat, bruised like a cup of Bens?
Say you got a party on the other side of town
But you no good in where
The fuck it's going down
Got gold on my watch and I ain't comb my hair
Bout to turn this bitch
Like commercials on their
Fat bitch came with the girdle on her
We running this bitch like a hurdle on there
Welcome to the ceiling
Me and Camp turned up got yo girl trying
To fuck up my circle up here

We come to yo city fuck all the bitches
Test out yo weed drank all the liquor
Count up that change
Make sure that it's proper
You want us to rock it send my deposit
Show money, show money, show money
Show money
Show money, show money, show money
Show money
Show money, show money, show money
Show money
Show money, show money, show money
Show money

Keep a few bands in the pocket
Boy I'm plugged in, fuck the socket
You know I'm the truth gotta call James Hart
'cuz I been taking off like a rocket
Got this shit covered up like a tent
Transformed in the booth, Clark Kent
Got yo ho with me she ain't in love with a G
Gotta put her on a tum like a mint, hey
Man these boys can't see me, Ray
Want me for a show then you gotta pay
Yo man he a pussy, he a fish, fillet
Drinking on Hen, while she on Bombay
Yeah you know we with it
Me and Joker trynna get it
Rolling stones so rock and roll and
Give these hoes that golden ticket

That's my work all in the cup with the Earth
Turned up, sup nigga what all in her butt
Finna make a movie uncut
Stay making plays, Nick Hutt stay turned up
We ain't goin to make that movie if
You ain't talking that show money
Nigga you broke, stay out here looking cray
I can tell that you ain't got no money
Bitch what's happenin we can get it crackin
Young nigga working
Plus I'm flyer then Aladin
Showing my ass, nigga I ain't even saggin?
Need a bad bitch on the strip like a pageant
Ho, no drink it slow
Me and my niggas we on a roll
We ain't playing with you ducks
You going pay me like a tow?

We come to yo city fuck all the bitches
Test out yo weed drank all the liquor
Count up that change
Make sure that it's proper
You want us to rock it send my deposit
Show money, show money, show money
Show money
Show money, show money, show money
Show money
Show money, show money, show money
Show money
Show money, show money, show money
Show money

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