Testo Showing Out - Yo Gotti
Testo della canzone Showing Out (Yo Gotti), tratta dall'album Countin' Money
*** I'm major, that *** nothin'
Young *** old money 'Benjamin Button'
Seein' through your 'Poker Face' that *** bluffin'
Ladies goin' gaga for *** tryin' to *** 'em
Nickel plate tuck it, hesitate nothin'
And I got the A-R, why I like to bust it?
Why I need counselin'? Why I won't discuss it?
Why I spend Donkey Kong naughts in the mall like *** it?
Pull up at the stop light, lookin' at this cop like
Yeah, I drive big ***, naw my license ain't right
Still let the top drop back when it's sunny
'Cause life ain't nothin' but *** and money
I don't know what is but somethin' inside
When you've got attention you just can't hide
Comparin' these faces, inside of my mind
I've seen the *** rest, it's time to shine
I know this now, the good ones ride
But I need that diss, I need that rhyme
I'm stealin' your ***, I'm stealin' your rhyme
This is sameness and that's why I'm
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Old school Chevy, wide body like a Phantom
5 stars love but them haters can stand 'em
UK money, 150 thousand pounds
All white lim sittin' low to the ground
I just joined the game, the millionaire boys club
Gave me box of bakin' soda and skate board
I'm in the kitchen puttin' the work on steroids
Pickin' out blands for the Feds, I'm paranoid
Now I ain't playin', never how, I'm millionaire
I know this for four doors, so how it ain't gonna sit in them
Showin' off little momma, goin' hard little daddy
Yo Gotti homeboy and I'm a walkin' dope pick
I don't know what is but somethin' inside
When you've got attention you just can't hide
Comparin' these faces, inside of my mind
I've seen the *** rest, it's time to shine
I know this now, the good ones ride
But I need that diss, I need that rhyme
I'm stealin' your ***, I'm stealin' your rhyme
This is sameness and that's why I'm
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
I'm from the era, of letter to the better
They tell me rap change, well, I'ma have to let her
Common loved her, I wish I never met her
They *** her out, there's nothin' left to treasure
Seems all I hear 'em say ***, where them dollars at?
Here they go right here till 'em *** holla back
Hit it then I quit it, then I step like a welcome mat
That 2010 got me feelin' like I'm all of that
Re-Up game trinity 'Liva, me and Pusha T
Got my money right them haters tight like virginity
They don't understand how I feed off that energy
My table is prepared in the presence of my enemies
I don't know what is but somethin' inside
When you've got attention you just can't hide
Comparin' these faces inside of my mind
I've seen the *** rest, it's time to shine
I know this now, the good ones ride
But I need that diss, I need that rhyme
I'm stealin' your ***, I'm stealin' your rhyme
This is sameness and that's why I'm
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Showin' out little momma, showin' out little daddy
Credits
Writer(s): Pharrell Williams, Terrence Thornton, Gene Thornton, Mario Sentell Giden
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