You gotta show me what you got for me
You gotta show me what you got for me
You gotta show me what you got for me
You gotta show me what you got for me
Run it up run it up
My niggas down and they run it up
I gave up plenty of honey's yuh
I got these honey's they piling up
Even my shorty she run it up
Lock in you know we be sittin' up
We in the club we f*ck it up
I can't escape all the money yeah
When it hit summer we goin' off
I put the liqour in sippy cup
She want a cheque had to run it up
She want a bag so i bought it up
She want the prada i bought it up
She want a birkin i bought her one
You gotta show me what you got for me
You gotta show me what you got for me
You gotta show me what you got for me
You gotta show me what you got for me
Huh
Homie in the jail
Call his phone he need a bail
Tried to
Find his way out
Stressed
Take the adderall
I been
Singing like adele
I been
Cashin all the kale
I been
Reading all the mail
(skrrr)
Huh huh, got a brand new bm
With a brand new bean, huh huh
I need me a demon
Suck me down my spleen
She wearing my jeans
I'm wearing her jeans
She my slut, she all for me (all for me yeah)
(skrr)
You gotta show me what you got for me
You gotta show me what you got for me
You gotta show me what you got for me
You gotta show me what you got for me
You gotta show me uh
You gotta
You gotta show me (uh huh)
You gotta show me uh
You gotta
You gotta show me (uh huh)
You gotta show me
You gotta
You gotta show me (uh huh)
You gotta show me
I been out town tryna hold it
I been outside wit eman and marc they my crodies
Never let a nigga down they don't hold me
I done seen bout everything you can't show me (ooo)