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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, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas

(Show out)

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

Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas

(Show out)

I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrowI got lots of gwalla, I spend it

I'm a ball-a-hollic like my money, never ending

Pockets so swole just like Popeye on his spinach

Like Roscoe why you grunt so hard? I'm like I'm tryna get itAnd that's just how I do it, hit the mall with bout 10 stacks

But you know that I blew it

Hit the blunt and threw it, that's just how we do it

V.I.P. with M.M.I. you know we gon be stupidYou know I make it rain hoe

Goosey by the bottle, blowin' fruity like a mango

Gone and catch this change hoe, yeah we in this thang hoe

It's R-O-S-C-O-E dash, I'm headed for the fame hoeEverywhere 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, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas

(Show out)

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

Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas

(Show out)

I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrowShow out, show out, show out, all I do is show out

Inhale the kush then I blow out

SS Camero bitch, watch me as I go out

Back to the crib with yo girl and I go outWe don't even go out, all she do is hoe out

I don't even know her and I fucked her, what you know 'bout that?

See all she know is Roscoe got dem racks

Now my meat's between her buns like a fuckin' big macAnd every time she place her order, I beat her then deport her

I get heads and tails like both sides of the quarter

Shawty bad, she expensive, so you prolly couldn't afford her

But every time I see her it's crunch time

Like we in the fourth quarter and I'm goneEverywhere 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, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas

(Show out)

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

Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas

(Show out)

I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrowShow out, all I do is show out

Watch me while I show out

Roscoe Dash a show out

Show out, show out, show out

Show out, show out, show outShow out, show out, show out, show out

Show out, show out, show out, show out

Show out, show out, show out, show out

I show out, I show out

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