Sleaze. - Its The Show (feat. C Ed & Dave Hill)

A hundred racks
I can fuck it up and get it back
Nigga im higher than a bitch
I'm off a double stack
Yeah I heard he had the bag
But he fumbled that
Every time I fuck a nigga bitch
She try to double back
Hit the pussy once then
Im done wit that
She aint know my name she askin Where Mclovin at
Shit im gettin money
Where its sunny at
Yeah they say the city hot
Well where my oven at
I aint no funny cat
Aint never been no joke nigga
Been gettin money
I aint never been no broke nigga
Disrespect THE SHOW
THE QUICKEST WAY
TO GET SMOKED NIGGA
She a freak bitch
She love to get choked nigga
But Ima just put it in her throat nigga
And I be sellin clean yeah soap nigga
Big yachty on my wrist
Not a boat nigga
Out in indy wit them blues
Like a colt nigga

I popped up
Lookin for the smoke nigga
Hoe niggas
LONG LIVE THEM BOYS
Its the show Nigga
Known for bustin juggs
But be lookin like a dope dealer
You betta pick it up cause
This shit on the flo nigga
NO nigga slow niggas cannot
Get no dough wit us
Know yo mans mad we was lit
We had his hoe wit us
We gettin money
But a still get in that mode nigga
Up a couple hunnit but
A still get on that road nigga
Still a grab some Ds
And walk out wit some phones nigga
Still a walk up in that bank
And get a loan nigga
You gone forever be a ham
If you told nigga
Get yo ass out the field
Get some goals nigga
Yeah, bitch my whole life crazy
You see whats on my arm
Nigga we dont write statments
In love wit that paper
Boy this shit a life saver
45 in my pocket
Boy this shit a life taker

Keep the money in yo pocket
You might get blew here
Tryna fan it out
Pass it to my mans
I'm 2 legit to pull the hammer out
Spread it on table make it look
Like it's still adding out
It's a million in the wall this shit just LOOK like an abandoned house
My niggas bare arms but
Don't confuse it we ain't walking Round here sleeveless
Talking bad about the show
You might not do another season
Brotha told me keep 1 up cause we Don't do no fucking evens
Tuck the iron in my jeans
So if he moving ima crease em
Keep some money on the tuck so What I do here gone increase it
Make em pay me tithes before
I make em a believer
Dry clean only, after painting on his
T shirt
Ace boogie, pre kilo
Ima take em to the cleaners
Filthy rich, dirty money
What's the difference
The goal is upping stocks, and then Break it into dividends
Running up the numbers
I'm approaching something infinite
Get the job done
If you want some of these benefits

Written by:
Shaun Covington

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