"Show Money" lyrics
(feat. Brody)
[Casey Veggies:]
Real nigga in the booth, and I'm checking in
[?] and I'm stepping in
Niggas hate and watching, but they never win
I'ma shoot my shot just like an FNN
[?] joint, but I'm hot now
Young nigga, we got foreigns, we got spots now
I can really take my brother off the block now
I got bad bitches pulling up in drops now
We them ones that had the city up on lock
Bad bitch, she gon' fuck for a nott
Niggas mad, probably never think I'd pop
Stole my style, niggas watching how I shop
Girl, look around, you can tell that they is not us
I got some killers that's around, that get your block tucked
Young nigga chasing that check, and I can't stop running
Make sure all my niggas eating like I'm potlucking
[Brody:]
Tapped in with them killers, they gon' go for me
I just bought a bitch a bag off this show money
I be with a [?] crashing
Free my brother out that cell, he ain't know nothing
Tryna get that bag, I'm grinding
I see them niggas hating on my name
I was low, but then I made it out shining
[?]
[Casey Veggies:]
Came up, but a nigga stayed the same on them
I'm'a go in everytime I put my name on it
Got the fame, still locked in with the same homies
They can't really see the scars and all this pain on me
Did dirt, but it ain't ever left a stane on me
Sinse we lost [?] ain't been the same, homie
I signed myself, and I made my own lane on them
We was really locked in, bro, how you change on me?
Yeah, how you switch up?
When my lil baby go down, I can't sit up
Back against the wall, all that pressure, I lift up
Balling on these niggas, like I been playing Pick Up
[Brody:]
Tapped in with them killers, they gon' go for me
I just bought a bitch a bag off this show money
I be with a [?] crashing
Free my brother out that cell, he ain't know nothing
Tryna get that bag, I'm grinding
I see them niggas hating on my name
I was low, but then I made it out shining
[?]
Real nigga in the booth, and I'm checking in
[?] and I'm stepping in
Niggas hate and watching, but they never win
I'ma shoot my shot just like an FNN
[?] joint, but I'm hot now
Young nigga, we got foreigns, we got spots now
I can really take my brother off the block now
I got bad bitches pulling up in drops now
We them ones that had the city up on lock
Bad bitch, she gon' fuck for a nott
Niggas mad, probably never think I'd pop
Stole my style, niggas watching how I shop
Girl, look around, you can tell that they is not us
I got some killers that's around, that get your block tucked
Young nigga chasing that check, and I can't stop running
Make sure all my niggas eating like I'm potlucking
[Brody:]
Tapped in with them killers, they gon' go for me
I just bought a bitch a bag off this show money
I be with a [?] crashing
Free my brother out that cell, he ain't know nothing
Tryna get that bag, I'm grinding
I see them niggas hating on my name
I was low, but then I made it out shining
[?]
[Casey Veggies:]
Came up, but a nigga stayed the same on them
I'm'a go in everytime I put my name on it
Got the fame, still locked in with the same homies
They can't really see the scars and all this pain on me
Did dirt, but it ain't ever left a stane on me
Sinse we lost [?] ain't been the same, homie
I signed myself, and I made my own lane on them
We was really locked in, bro, how you change on me?
Yeah, how you switch up?
When my lil baby go down, I can't sit up
Back against the wall, all that pressure, I lift up
Balling on these niggas, like I been playing Pick Up
[Brody:]
Tapped in with them killers, they gon' go for me
I just bought a bitch a bag off this show money
I be with a [?] crashing
Free my brother out that cell, he ain't know nothing
Tryna get that bag, I'm grinding
I see them niggas hating on my name
I was low, but then I made it out shining
[?]
