ショウ・イット・オフ (feat. ジム・ジョーンズ & AI)

歌詞

Hehh ain't nothing changed we own the night nigger Gurrr Hey DJ LEAD what it is How Japan feeling... Let's get it * Trowing money in the air, I'm show it off Bottles everywhere, I'm showing off Baller of the year, I want it all So I brought it all jus to show it off The accident was my problem I do what the fuck is real Fly nigger from Harlem Sold drugs was still Bust that champagne Pour it out till my cup spill Most niggers talking shit Them broke niggers never touched a mill I've touched em and crushed Jams Fucked up a couple mills My nigger is kuku They tucked still for a fucking thrill Move forward every summer New Jordan's every number My jewels heavy thunder No dog don't marrunna I'm way out okinawaian Spaced out smokin sour Music loud but my music louder For the long flights I need a perk Watch white like a key at work Bad bitch drove me a berserk Nasssttyyy *Repeat ** Riddin round and I'm getting it Just Can't keep up with these dollars spent Vegas life/ stacking chips Aye aye we on I go hard for my money, tell me what you need If you want it you can get it Got that made from Japanese Ummm I bet you like it So good you wanna wife it Get them racks on racks on racks Gotta hustle hard for them stacks on stacks on stacks This one for the club tell the DJ play it back Ddd DJ play it back ummm When its for the paper I go all in Not the NBA but I'm balling Yaritai houdai yarerutameni dokomademo We go hard for my money *Repeat **Repeat Hey DJ LEAD you know we heavy hitting out this mother fucker Vamp life Rurn moshit could get spooky you heard me