[Hook x4: Young Jeezy]
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out
[Verse 1: Pimp C]
Light green, northern lights, gettin' s**ed into midnight
Blue Jag, white Range, candy car, kryptonite
I be proin', I keep these b**hes hoeing
Want a date? Straight-up pimp
If you want some, you can find me in the H-Town
Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the ki
And b**h, my dick was never free
Didn't know if I wanted to rap or sell coke
Cause n***as like me ain't never broke
I traded in my Pyrex for a shiny Rolex
The b**hes want s**, but all I'm f**in' with is checks
I'm smokin' out, pouring up, whippin' my DeVille
Took out the air bag, put in a wood wheel
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I've got rocks in my watch, I've got mud in my Sprite
I'm ridin' low key, and I'm high as a kite
Juicy that n***a, you n***as gon' learn
This ice on my neck gave me freezer burn
I'm not goin' broke like MC Hammer
Still blowin' money like birthday candles
Your b**h in my whip and she's gone off the mollies
My eyes be Chinese and my doors know karate
b**h, I'm so rich and you know what I like
Some d**, couple of b**hes that dyke
One of them hoes that I'm f**in' just might be your wife
Take her then give her this pipe, rollin' papers, we blazin' up
Take a chick out shopping, she wanna f**
Wanna speak to me? You don't make enough
Get your money right, stop saving these s*uts
Hit single and a world tour, f** you mean?
That's more cream
In a hotel, on the top floor gettin' more head than oil sheen
n***a feelin' like Rambo, got a fully automatic in my Lambo'
Rich n***a still country like a banjo
Shoot a n***a 'til i run out of ammo
And I've got an R&B chick 'bout to get f**ed silly
I'm trippy, she trippy, showtime, let's get it
White girls with a a** fat like skinnies
Group s** on tour, every night a new city
In the club with my Louis bag
You know that b**h got dope in it
My credit card like Silkk The Shocker
Black card with no limit
[Hook]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
You know, all the time I'm on the grind
s**er, better get f** sh** off your mind
The .45 gon' keep f** boys in line
I run up on 'em, tell 'em "separate yours from mine"
They way behind and I'm way ahead
Ridin' with a b**h gettin' major head
She like: "Damn, homeboy, we ain't made it yet?"
I'm like: "Not if you ain't swallowed these babies yet"
Okay, everywhere that I go out, I'm walkin' in and I show out
And man, all the dough that I throw out
Is sure to turn these lil' hoes out
These b**hes already knowin' that everywhere that I'm goin'
I'm in a fast car that cost a quarter-mill
And I'm ridin' it like it's stolen
Hustle Gang, gangrene, in God we trust
Anybody gettin' money is down with us
"f** you" to the n***a who was talkin' tough
But not because you talkin', cause you broke as f**
That sh** contagious, they probably hatin'
I shop at Neimans, you shop at Macy's
Yo J's dirty, I paid 30
For a one-way trip on a plane Thursday
Hope lames heard me, got cash in hand
50 grand all wrapped in elastic bands
n***a wanna be the man, I'm past the man
f** with me, they will never see your a** again
I'll turn your a** to a rocket, to the moon you go
Like some sh** that you done seen on cartoons before
You can't hide nowhere my goons won't go
Turnt up last night, finna do it once more, aye
[Outro: Young Jeezy]
Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out