Show Out Remix Lyrics - Singles - Prezidential Candidates

[Hook: Roscoe Dash] 

Oh 

Everywhere I go I 

Dress up and I go out 

I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out 

Everywhere I go I 

Dress up and I go out 

I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out 

(Show out) Gucci, Louis, Prada, man I'm all about my dollars 

(Show out) I be all up in the mall, ballin like there's no tomorrow 

(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollars 

(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like there's no tomorrow 

[Verse 1: Prez] 

Every time I show out, you know I bring the glow out 

Girls around me wanna throw down, if I'm payin' got my dough out 

Mostly get the free ones, you know I choose to keep ones 

Like Usher, they my freak ones, and I love them good physique ones 

You know I'mma show out, play my songs and go out 

Speakers, yeah they blow out, like pimps I keep the hoes out 

This mixtape goin' gold, dawg, we breakin' the mold, dawg 

This game's 'bout to unfold, dawg, so icy, that we we cold, dawg 

Someone pass the dutchie, this girl really wanna touch me 

And I see some muthafuckas, I think they gon try jump me 

Rims always be spinnin', put your hands up, 'cuz we winnin' 

Stay in church 'cuz I be sinnin', rewind this beat to the beginning 

(Yahh) 

OK 

OK 

[Hook: Roscoe Dash] 

Everywhere I go I 

Dress up and I go out 

I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out 

Everywhere I go I 

Dress up and I go out 

I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out 

(Show out) Gucci, Louis, Prada, man I'm all about my dollars 

(Show out) I be all up in the mall, ballin like there's no tomorrow 

(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollars 

(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like there's no tomorrow 

[Verse 2: Nasty Boi] 

I'm feelin' 151 today, and maybe a blunt tonight 

The way I'm takin' Delta on this next flight, I'm ridin' on an airplane 

Got my rockstar cats on the side, call 'em High Street, blowin' the roof off this bitch 

Fistpumpin' you know we be so stoned not knowin' what's goin' on 

Flip the lights on, still dark everywhere we out, it be a blackout, 'cuz we always spark 

Gettin' crunk, crunk, crunk, gettin' high, high, high 

Tryna fight with me, I wouldn't even try 

Comin' in strapped, feeling like everybody's gonna die 

Stepped on the scene and had all the haters starin' 

My swag's on fire, can you see the shit glarin' 

I'm whippin' down the freeway, stereo blarin' 

Everybody be hatin' on the chain I be wearin' 

I can rap on a beat without even swearin' 

No doubt I be hearin' this crowd cheerin' 

I'm all about my Benz, money, and strippers 

'Cuz when I see the girls they all wanna be strippin' 

You wanna be young forever? Then come wit me 

I'm no Jay-Z, but we smoke that tree 

Don't worry 'bout it, wit me it's free 

OK 

OK 

[Hook: Roscoe Dash] 

Everywhere I go I 

Dress up and I go out 

I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out 

Everywhere I go I 

Dress up and I go out 

I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out 

(Show out) Gucci, Louis, Prada, man I'm all about my dollars 

(Show out) I be all up in the mall, ballin like there's no tomorrow 

(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollars 

(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like there's no tomorrow