Showing Out

[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

[Chorus: 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

[Chorus: 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: 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

[Chorus: 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