Show Me

You got her

Show me

Oh, mommy, you're the girl I know

You're gonna say no names, no, no, no

You could be on a stage

But you're a smart girl and you know you worth much more

You don't appeal on the nigga

You got your own shit, that' s for sure

But I'm a different type of nigga

Cause I ain't spending money

I ain't spending time, girl I got to go, go

I'm on to the next bitch

But, girl, I'm fond of Texas

So this is how we spend

A rich ass nigga moved to the South Side

You ain't coming to my crib unless your mouth is wide

And your panties are gone, or not

29, that flows up

Baby, that's a long ride

I figured that's a little time to figure them out

I figured that's a little time for you to think about

Are you really gonna do it slappy here?

Give it to me on a balcony

And all the ceiling is at least 2 feet tall

You get my dick sucked

Lookin' over George Brown

I put it to the crib

That ain't like I miss you nigga

Why can't you guarantee to see your bitches, nigga?

And I guarantee they all drop... nigga

Me a slim dog, neighbors will be switchin' bitches

She would be looking like an old bitch Christmas, nigga

I'm the man, no lie

Crib is so high I feel close to God

Crib is so high

If I ever have a fire

You shot... and everything would be fine

You remind me of

Everything will be fine

Crib is so high

If I ever have a fire

You shot... and everything would be fine