Lil Boosie - Show 'Em lyrics

Camp! K Camp Lately, I've been gettin' money (Big Fruit) Lately, I've been gettin' money I can't help how you feel Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real Show 'em you real, Show 'em you real, Show 'em you real, Show 'em you real, Lately, I've been gettin' money I can't help how you feel Lately, I've been gettin' a whole, a whole lot of money My haters they been gettin' a whole, whole lot of nothing I can't help that I'm this hot, I'm so so blessed You have fun wit' them robbers I'm so, so fresh Everything I touch turn gold I'mma winner Lately, its playboy mansion p**y might dig her You don't no my struggle everyday, anotha bag ask the world who the man? They gone tell you Boosie badazz Doubted my freedom, now I'm eatin', they got whiplash 7- 45 on my wrist, right now I'm so rich I can't help how you feel 'Cause you feel how you feel I'm just gon' do me and continue to be too real 6 different hustles, how I'm bringin' in a new year Thank God, real music been saved, Boosie Boo hear (They mad) Bout as cold as me, minors on they knee's Ever since I been released, money falling off of trees! Errbody know Lately, I've been gettin' money I can't help how you feel Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real Show 'em you real, Show 'em you real, Show 'em you real, Show 'em you real, Lately, I've been gettin' money I can't help how you feel Queen of Trill I'm gettin' cash My own crib, my own car Sittin' back, gettin' money bags I'm swimmin' in I, l-l-lone shark Countin' checks, that GPS don't stop beepin' like da sound off, that navigation, lead me to the paper like Onstar, them trap n***as they love me, Them whack b**hes bow down to me 'Cause ain't none of them hoes above me I'm so dope, I blow cash, you hoes broke that's yo' bad You can't afford my tote bag, I'm k**in' sh** toe tag, see me in the whip, like deuces go hang ya self y'all nuisance, we turnt up, we turnt out My liquor straight, no juices Sip Amaretto in a Porsche Carrera gettin' bread, like I worked at Panera Panoramic roof, poof disappeara, I reappeara in a Panamera Lately, I've been gettin' money I can't help how you feel Baby you a real one, get hit, tell 'em real You know me, I grew up straight up off fast money That Maserati jag money, stop handcuffin' Six twelves, old schooled that b**h, sound like a band don't it? It sit up like a man don't it, I spent them bands on it We get hoes, then we f**, they gon' brag on it, you can talk that talk can you walk that walk, I'll A-Town dance on ya Had my lil' b**h turn every song, into her dance song Oh that ain't nothin', you should see her with no pants on I first night my girl, my relationships don't last long But it be so fun while it be lastin' and I last long And she lick on my tattoos, while I blast on her See that pretty p**y, see dats da one to call Lately, I've been gettin' money I can't help how you feel Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real Show 'em you real, Show 'em you real, Show 'em you real, Show 'em you real, Lately, I've been gettin' money I can't help how you feel