Brandon Jones - Showing Out lyrics

[Verse 1: Pusha T] Yuugh,, ho I'm major, that sh** nothing Young n***a, old money, Benjamin bu*ton Seeing through your poker face, that n***a bluffing Ladies going gaga for a n***a trying to f** 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 f** it? Pull up at the stop light, looking at this cop like Yeah I drive big sh**, naw my license ain't right Still let the top drop back when it's sunny Cause life ain't nothing but b**hes and money [Hook: Pharrell] 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 f** 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 b**h, I'm stealing your grind b**hes 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 but them haters can't stand em UK money 150 thousand pounds All-white Lamb sitting low to the ground I just joined the game, the millionaire boys club Gave me box of baking soda and skate board 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Malice] I'm from the era of letter to the better They tell me rap change, well I'mma have to let her Common loved her, I wish I never met her They s*utted her out, there's nothing left to treasure Seems all I hear em say, "n***a where them dollars at?" Here they go right here, tell them n***as 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 that energy My table is prepared in the presence of my enemies [Hook]