Show It Lyrics by BeatKing
(Ft. Bun B)
[Hook: BeatKing]
If you getting money, young nigga show it
Young nigga show it
If you getting money, young nigga blow it
Young nigga blow up
Throw it on that bitch, throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch, throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch, throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch, hold up, hold up
[Verse 1: BeatKing]
Club god got the juice
Pull up in that coupe, all the strippers call me Zeus
Praise this name, I got to the paper when no excuse
Tip it, slap it, tease in the back my trunk sit obtuse, swoosh
I just ran game on the yellow
Tip it, swang, hit the propeller
I be down the block, I get gwuap, I'm sippin' drank [?]
Nigga I be banging these hoes, never saving these hoes
Coming off to the side, [?] swang any 4's
Paper full of bottles, table full of models
If a nigga mean muggin' then it's a table full of problems
Texas hammer gang
We got Tec's and hammers aimed at your motherfucking brain
And they ain't coming from the [?]
I'm [?]
Bitch I'm Club God, broke [?]
H Town we been stuck cause we ain't got no more Act
Young nigga show them racks, hold up
[Hook: BeatKing]
If you getting money, young nigga show it
Young nigga show it
If you getting money, young nigga blow it
Young nigga blow up
Throw it on that bitch, throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch, throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch, throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch, hold up, hold up
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Say man I'm rollin through the city
Late night up in the whip
My chrome shoe shining with the wood grain to grip
No punch for me to sip but it's a swisher on my lip
And it's pistol on my lap foo, so don't you even trip
With BeatKingKong in the concrete jungle
In a baby blue big body Benz, no struggle
(Ft. Bun B)
[Hook: BeatKing]
If you getting money, young nigga show it
Young nigga show it
If you getting money, young nigga blow it
Young nigga blow up
Throw it on that bitch, throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch, throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch, throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch, hold up, hold up
[Verse 1: BeatKing]
Club god got the juice
Pull up in that coupe, all the strippers call me Zeus
Praise this name, I got to the paper when no excuse
Tip it, slap it, tease in the back my trunk sit obtuse, swoosh
I just ran game on the yellow
Tip it, swang, hit the propeller
I be down the block, I get gwuap, I'm sippin' drank [?]
Nigga I be banging these hoes, never saving these hoes
Coming off to the side, [?] swang any 4's
Paper full of bottles, table full of models
If a nigga mean muggin' then it's a table full of problems
Texas hammer gang
We got Tec's and hammers aimed at your motherfucking brain
And they ain't coming from the [?]
I'm [?]
Bitch I'm Club God, broke [?]
H Town we been stuck cause we ain't got no more Act
Young nigga show them racks, hold up
[Hook: BeatKing]
If you getting money, young nigga show it
Young nigga show it
If you getting money, young nigga blow it
Young nigga blow up
Throw it on that bitch, throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch, throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch, throw it on that bitch
Throw it on that bitch, hold up, hold up
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Say man I'm rollin through the city
Late night up in the whip
My chrome shoe shining with the wood grain to grip
No punch for me to sip but it's a swisher on my lip
And it's pistol on my lap foo, so don't you even trip
With BeatKingKong in the concrete jungle
In a baby blue big body Benz, no struggle
