Artist: Clipse f/ Yo Gotti Album: Til the Casket Drops Song: Showing Out Typed by: grant.kozy@gmail.com E-Yuccck [Pusha T] Hoe I'm major That shit nothing young nigga old money Benjamin Button Seeing through your poker face That nigga bluffin, ladies going gaga for nigga trying to fuck em' Nickel plate tuck it, hesitate nothing And I got the A-R, why I like to bust it? Why I need counseling? Why I won't discuss? Why I spend Donkey Kong knots in the mall like fuck it? Pull up at the stop light, lookin at this cop like Yeah I drive big shit, naw my license aint right Still let the top drop back when it's sunny Because life ain't nothing but bitches and money [Chorus] I don't know what is, but something inside I need that attention I just can't hide Keep hearing these voices inside my mind Sayin fuck the rest, it's time to shine I know that's how, the good ones died But I need that risk, I need that drive I'm stealin your bitch, I'm stealin yo' grind Bitches sing this, and that's why I'm Showin out little momma, showin out little daddy {*4X*} [Yo Gotti] Old school Chevy wide body like a phantom 5 stars love but them haterz can stand em UK money 150 thousand pounds All white liam standing low to the ground I just joined the game, the millionaire boys club Gave me box of baking soda and skate board I'm in the kitchen putting the work on steroids Peeking out the blinds for the feds, I'm paranoid Naw I ain't platinum, but how I'm a millionaire? I know this a four door, so how ain't no ceilin there? Showing off little momma, going hard little daddy Yo Gotti homeboy I'm a walkin dope package [Chorus] [Malice] I'm from the era, of letter to the better They tell me rap change, well I'm a have to let her Common loved her, I wish I never met her They slutted her out, there's nothing left to treasure Seems all I hear em say niggas, where them dollars at? Here they go right here till them niggaz holla back Hit it then I quit, 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 [Chorus]