Bun B - Show It lyrics

[Hook: BeatKing] If you getting money, young n***a show it Young n***a show it If you getting money, young n***a blow it Young n***a blow up Throw it on that b**h, throw it on that b**h Throw it on that b**h, throw it on that b**h Throw it on that b**h, throw it on that b**h Throw it on that b**h, hold up, hold up [Verse 1: BeatKing] Club god got the juice Pull up in that coupe, all the strippers call me Zeus Praise this name, I got to the paper when no excuse Tip it, slap it, tease in the back my trunk sit obtuse, swoosh I just ran game on the yellow Tip it, swang, hit the propeller I be down the block, I get gwuap, I'm sippin' drank [?] n***a I be banging these hoes, never saving these hoes Coming off to the side, [?] swang any 4's Paper full of bottles, table full of models If a n***a mean muggin' then it's a table full of problems Texas hammer gang We got Tec's and hammers aimed at your motherf**ing brain And they ain't coming from the [?] I'm [?] b**h I'm Club God, broke [?] H Town we been stuck cause we ain't got no more Act Young n***a show them racks, hold up [Hook: BeatKing] If you getting money, young n***a show it Young n***a show it If you getting money, young n***a blow it Young n***a blow up Throw it on that b**h, throw it on that b**h Throw it on that b**h, throw it on that b**h Throw it on that b**h, throw it on that b**h Throw it on that b**h, hold up, hold up [Verse 2: Bun B] [?] late night up in the whip [?]