Show Out (remix) Lyrics - Juicy J

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 

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 don't 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 

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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... 

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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