Darius Henry - Show Money!? lyrics

[Intro] Ayo let me get the BBQ sauce (Labb, Labb, Labb) And the ketchup Yeah, that's right More More More [Chorus] Feel the vibe Can you feel the vibe Can you feel it, feel it Do or die b**h it's do or die When it's time to ride Know them guys Say you know them guys Ain't no friend of mine On the grind Say you on the grind… I been out here getting cake now Yea Switching digits in my lane now Yea We been, we been, we been [Verse 1] First off let me serve y'all Said I couldn't do it Then I skirt off Now I'm eating dinner out in Czech Republic That's a long way from the bursar Came a long way from the backpack Long way from them bad raps No money for the home shows Came a long way for a whole stack Look New Telly no ring to it I just lay my head bring a fling to it Say the goodbyes when it's all done Gotta love when it's no strings to it Hundred something on the dashboard To the next show 'cause the path short Or we hit the plane No ink on me but it's tats all over my pa**port Walk the city Get my culture up Castle roaming that's boss enough Late night gotta do the show If you going after you can chalk it up I need need need my rest Tour life got me a mess Last night got nothing left Give a hundred something Never giving less Hit the stage We really getting paid They really give us change Got damn I'm still amazed Ride bus to different states And now we're boarding planes Ain't really in the game but now they know the name [Chorus] [Verse 2] Off road I'm back home Check bank roll I'm still broke Gotta lil something in the western union Go collect it all Nope, still broke They ain't tell you bout the splits They ain't tell you bout the splits On the gram flexing moving state to state but they ain't pay you for the trip Stop fronting More money then I ever had So these n***as can't tell me nothing Got it all We ain't going half So these n***as can't tell I'm bluffing That's a couple times And another time And another time That I went to do it Oh, I forgot about another time Money adding up and I'm looking stupid Just got paid I'll never lose cake 40 on the plate Tell em keep the change Not much in my estate But the gram look great How long they'll know the name 8 sideways I whip the whip through the city like it ain't running on doe Think she'll get bread if she with me And I might front for the throat Now that's a shame What a pity that we want dollars for show My pockets chubby or itchy No matter what you won't know Let's go [Chorus] [Switch Up, Chorus 2x] I ain't really got the money Woah Can I hold a couple hundreds Woah [Switch Up, Verse] I want that old money f** a flow money sh** on show money Funding my ideas So I won't ever owe money Keep it low money Dressed in plain clothes Like I got no money Keep the Cosby women shut for 30 years money