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Show Em (feat. Boosie, Webbie & K CAMP)

Camp! K Camp

Lately, I've been gettin' money

(Big Fruit)Lately, I've been gettin' money

I can't help how you feel

Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real

Show 'em you real,

Show 'em you real,

Show 'em you real,

Show 'em you real,

Lately, I've been gettin' money

I can't help how you feelLately, I've been gettin' a whole, a whole lot of money

My haters they been gettin' a whole, whole lot of nothing

I can't help that I'm this hot, I'm so so blessed

You have fun wit' them robbers I'm so, so fresh

Everything I touch turn gold

I'mma winner

Lately, its playboy mansion pussy might dig her

You don't no my struggle everyday, anotha bag ask the world who the man?

They gone tell you Boosie badazz

Doubted my freedom, now I'm eatin', they got whiplash

7- 45 on my wrist, right now I'm so rich

I can't help how you feel

'Cause you feel how you feel

I'm just gon' do me and continue to be too real

6 different hustles, how I'm bringin' in a new year

Thank God, real music been saved, Boosie Boo hear (They mad)

Bout as cold as me, minors on they knee's

Ever since I been released, money falling off of trees! Errbody knowLately, I've been gettin' money

I can't help how you feel

Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real

Show 'em you real,

Show 'em you real,

Show 'em you real,

Show 'em you real,

Lately, I've been gettin' money

I can't help how you feelQueen of Trill I'm gettin' cash

My own crib, my own car

Sittin' back, gettin' money bags

I'm swimmin' in I, l-l-lone shark

Countin' checks, that GPS don't stop beepin' like da sound off,

that navigation, lead me to the paper like Onstar,

them trap niggas they love me,

Them whack bitches bow down to me

'Cause ain't none of them hoes above me

I'm so dope, I blow cash, you hoes broke that's yo' bad

You can't afford my tote bag, I'm killin' shit toe tag,

see me in the whip, like deuces

go hang ya self y'all nuisance,

we turnt up, we turnt out

My liquor straight, no juices

Sip Amaretto in a Porsche Carrera gettin' bread, like I worked at Panera

Panoramic roof, poof disappeara, I reappeara in a PanameraLately, I've been gettin' money

I can't help how you feel

Baby you a real one, get hit, tell 'em realYou know me, I grew up straight up off fast money

That Maserati jag money, stop handcuffin'

Six twelves, old schooled that bitch, sound like a band don't it?

It sit up like a man don't it, I spent them bands on it

We get hoes, then we fuck, they gon' brag on it,

you can talk that talk can you walk that walk, I'll A-Town dance on ya

Had my lil' bitch turn every song, into her dance song

Oh that ain't nothin', you should see her with no pants on

I first night my girl, my relationships don't last long

But it be so fun while it be lastin' and I last long

And she lick on my tattoos, while I blast on her

See that pretty pussy, see dats da one to callLately, I've been gettin' money

I can't help how you feel

Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real

Show 'em you real,

Show 'em you real,

Show 'em you real,

Show 'em you real,

Lately, I've been gettin' money

I can't help how you feel

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