Showing Out

Lyrics

[Intro: Pusha T] Yuugh! [Verse 1: Pusha T] Hoe, I'm major, that shit nothing Young nigga, old money, Benjamin Button Seeing through your poker face, that nigga bluffing Ladies going gaga for a nigga tryna fuck 'em Nickel plate tuck it, hesitate nothing And I got the AR, why I like to bust it? Why I need counseling? Why I won't discuss it? Why I spend Donkey Kong knots in the mall like "Fuck it"? Pull up at the stoplight, looking at this cop like,  "Yeah, I drive big shit – naw, my license ain't right" Still let the top drop back when it's sunny 'Cause life ain't nothing but bitches and money [Hook: Pharrell Williams] I don't know what is, it's something inside I need that attention, I just can't hide Keep hearing these voices inside my mind Saying "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 stealing your bitch, I'm stealing your grind Bitches sing this, and that's why I'm Showin' out, lil' mama, showin' out, lil' daddy Showin' out, lil' mama, showin' out, lil' daddy Showin' out, lil' mama, showin' out, lil' daddy Showin' out, lil' mama, showin' out, lil' daddy [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Old school Chevy, wide body like a Phantom 5 stars love him but them haters can't stand him UK money, 150 thousand pounds All-white Lamb sitting low to the ground I just joined the game, the Millionaire Boys Club Gave me a box of baking soda and a skateboard 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 it ain't no ceiling there? Showing off, little mama, going hard, little daddy Yo Gotti, homeboy, and I'm a walking dope package [Hook: Pharrell Williams] I don't know what is, it's something inside I need that attention, I just can't hide Keep hearing these voices inside my mind Saying "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 stealing your bitch, I'm stealing your grind Bitches sing this, and that's why I'm Showin' out, lil' mama, showin' out, lil' daddy Showin' out, lil' mama, showin' out, lil' daddy Showin' out, lil' mama, showin' out, lil' daddy Showin' out, lil' mama, showin' out, lil' daddy [Verse 3: No Malice] I'm from the era of "Letter to the Better" They tell me rap changed – well, I'ma have to let her Common loved H.E.R., I wish I never met her They slutted her out, there's nothing left to treasure Seems all I hear 'em say, "Nigga, where them dollars at?" Here they go right here, tell them niggas holla back Hit it, then I quit it, then I step like a Welcome mat That 2010 got me feeling like I'm all of that Re-Up Gang trinity – Liva, me and Pusha T Got my money right, them haters tight like virginity They don't understand how I feed off the energy My table is prepared in the presence of my enemies [Hook: Pharrell Williams] I don't know what is, it's something inside I need that attention, I just can't hide Keep hearing these voices inside my mind Saying "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 stealing your bitch, I'm stealing your grind Bitches sing this, and that's why I'm Showin' out, lil' mama, showin' out, lil' daddy Showin' out, lil' mama, showin' out, lil' daddy Showin' out, lil' mama, showin' out, lil' daddy Showin' out, lil' mama, showin' out, lil' daddy