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Lyrics Juicy J

Featuring: Big Sean & Young Jeezy

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[Hook: Young Jeezy]
Every time I go out, you know I gotta show out
Every time I go out, you know I bring the dough out
Every time they go out, you know they bring they ho out
Every time I go out, you know I bring that flow out
Every time I go out, you know I gotta show out
Every time I go out, you know I gotta show out
Every time I go out, you know I gotta show out
Every time I go out, you know I gotta show out

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Trippy n*ggas and a few hoes
One night, two shows
That's two mansions and a team expansion
Thumbin' through a check, got me sweatin' and pantin'
When you getting money chicks start coming around
N*ggas start hatin' who's holdin' you down
All this ice I'm just livin' the life
Bad b*tches want me, give me head like lice
Hit club LIV in a rush
Pockets so swole I think they finna bust
Ace in my hand and a 45 tuck
Money coming down codeine pourin' up
Smokin' on some dope, always on a float
20 years in n*ggas callin' me the G.O.A.T
Money adding up you haters going broke
Still in the game while you n*ggas ridin' old
See me showin' out they muggin' I don't give a f*ck
How I start my morning off a zip and a double cup
Hating ass n*ggas, y'all behind me
Ball so hard they want to fine me
Juicy J, Taylor Gang
I been rich since the 90's

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
All these ratchets hoes say I ain't sh*t
Well, at least I ain't broke ho
Stackin' paper like old folks
And you still stayin' with your old folks
She a fan, that's fantastic, poppin' zany's, that's zantastic
Gettin' rich, band-tastic, white girls like Anne Hatha-
Way going, way out, they wait for my bandwagon
She let me bang and I ain't got a bandana
Ooh (Freaky) that's just how I move
Fast girls, fast money, no more fast food
Came up first class, my passport gettin' tattooed (boi)
Young ass playa doing everything that I have to
So every time I go out...

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
I got some bad b*tches with me
Say they like Rihanna love Whitney
She say how many bottles do you want, I told her 50
She say anything, yeah b*tch a kidney
Every time I go out, you know I bring that dough out
Finesse is on a milli, it lookin' like a blowout
100 b*tches with me, look like I left the ho house
100 racks with me, look like I left the blow house
Now we poppin' bottles, they came with the sparkles
Got my n*ggas with me, they came with them yoppers
Got a few ratchets, even a couple models
20 car caravan, I bet they gon' follow, ugh

[Hook]

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