Manolo Rose - Show Off lyrics

[Hook : Manolo Rose] Bankroll, real money never fall Diamond line Yeah hoe you ain't know? My God [?] card I bought 10 gold chains I'mma show off Yeah lil mama I'mma show off I got my weight up now I show off I got my weight up now I show off I got my weight up now you show off [Verse 1 : Problem] I ain't got nothing left to prove Money flow sturdier than a cruise Ooh, eight hundred a foot walk in my shoe Crack b**hes while hatin' n***as copy my moves Barkin louder than my weed my G, I still ain't enthused Went from packin' hoes, to packin' foes to packin' shows Crackin' shows [?] actives hoes Pretty talls with their back exposed Molly dip, take a trip baby pack some clothes Let's go [Hook : Manolo Rose] Bankroll, real money never fall Diamond line Yeah hoe you ain't know? My God [?] card I bought 10 gold chains I'mma show off Yeah lil mama I'mma show off I got my weight up now I show off I got my weight up now I show off I got my weight up now you show off [Verse 2 : Problem] Who trynna get there ? You 'bout them broke n***as ain't trynna sit there Baby it's my time no wrist wear Smokin' on OG, yellin' FREE BG! Giver her dick bet she trip like she fail on the floor Hustlin', watchin' every step like it's a nail in the floor [?] Let it wrip, 'till a snitch ain't tellin' no more Whaat [Hook : Manolo Rose] Bankroll, real money never fall Diamond line Yeah hoe you ain't know? My God [?] card I bought 10 gold chains I'mma show off Yeah lil mama I'mma show off I got my weight up now I show off I got my weight up now I show off I got my weight up now you show off [Verse 3 : Problem] Got me bangin' Mollywood it's about to get deep Last time I see [?] 16 It was 3 am, thought his a** go home Got the call from lil Chris, say his little bro gone I'm like "is n***a dead?" he like "no, the po got him" [?] gettin' addicted to them pills Just probably better off that the f**in' [?] got him f** that! Please help me, I'm trying to find a better way Gettin' high on the search for a better day Flying South-West, say you wanna get away Take it how it is, couple of more sips [?] n***a b**h, f** it [Hook : Manolo Rose] Bankroll, real money never fall Diamond line Yeah hoe you ain't know? My God [?] card I bought 10 gold chains I'mma show off Yeah lil mama I'mma show off I got my weight up now I show off I got my weight up now I show off You got your weight up b**h show off [Verse 4 : Bad Lucc] I'm just a little woa n***a, with some big a** dreams Married to the game, money right with your queen I told her [?] get your momma, you don't know her right? And she ain't seen that many diamonds in her whole life Fella's in the club, raise her hand in the air if you're the man Let him grab your titties, let em touch if he can If he ain't talkin' money, baby, let him know what's the plan [?] back to the ground [?] It's Bad Lucc baby I'm the tall guy Pull up to the ground I don't even care then it's back to the VIP Break bread with Bloods, gettin' money with Crips I'm just an East Side n***a lookin' as can be 365 I'll be on the ground Get it how I live I'll be blowin' their minds [Outro] (That's right) (That's right)