Juicy J - Show Out ft. Big Sean & Young Jeezy Lyrics

[Hook: 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

[Juicy J]

Trippy niggas 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

Niggas 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 niggas callin me the G.O.A.T

Money adding up you haters going broke

Still in the game while you niggas 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 niggas, y'all behind me

Ball so hard they want to fine me

Juicy J, Taylor Gang

I been rich since the 90's

[Hook]

[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...

[Hook]

[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 niggas with me, they came with them yoppers

Got a few ratchets, even a couple models

20 car caravan, I bet they gon follow, ugh

[Hook]

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Young Jeezy - R.I.P ft. 2 Chainz Lyrics

[Hook]

R.I.P we just killed the club

Drank patron out the bottle almsot killed a thug

Im so high I can't feel the drugs

Too many haters sitting here

I dont feel the love

R.I.P, R.I.P, R.I.P, R.I.P

R.I.P we just killed the club

Drink patron to the head almsot killed a thug (Let's go)

[Young Jeezy]

Im in a brand new drop top 'Rari with 3 bitches

Tired being in the middle of trial with 3 snitches

And I hit up every club in your city

Where niggas at?

I be in every club in the hood

Where niggas at?

Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby

On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's

Who the nigga think he is

Slick Rick or Dana Dane

Think he Rakim or somethin, look at his chain

Myself, from head to toe, Im Dougie Fresh

Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness

Any nigga with a watch like that

He need attention

Your man dont ball out like that

You need to bench him

[Hook]

[Young Jeezy]

Im gone, dont know where Im going

Pockets on extra big, they on Samoan

Got some bad bitches all in my section

Just let some more in

And every nigga came in with me'll kick your door in

Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican

Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we some Hatians

She got good head, good brains, good education

Im drunker than a motherfucker, heres the situation:

1:45 am, the nights broken

By the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall open

Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch

She on the Molly

She said she she want me to call her Ms. Berry

She think she Halle

[Hook]

[2 Chainz]

Got a pocket full of dead bread

Attatched to your girl like a .jpeg

Party scene turn to a murder scene

Keep shittin on niggas, need potty train

Turn up, collard green

Im on gasoline and

Im on that promethazine

Life ain't nothin but a G thing

Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string

Im the type of nigga thats built to last

You fuck with me, Ill put my foot in your ass

I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall

That you might need a giraffe

When you was countin this cash, nigga!

[Hook]

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