Show Off (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

[Casey Veggies]

That money is coming, that money is coming

And I'm 'bout fuck it up

Double up, double up, double up, double up

No, I can't get enough

I'm really the boy I ain't gotta say it, let them niggas show off

I step in the party like, let's get it started

Yeah I'm 'bout to go off

That money is coming, that money is coming

And I'm 'bout fuck it up

Double up, double up, double up, double up

No, I can't get enough

I'm really the boy I ain't gotta say it, let them niggas show off

I step in the party like, let's get it started

Yeah I'm 'bout to go off

Top down in the summer, top down in the summer

I came back like LeBron down 3 to 1

I don't understand man, it make me wonder

Why the homie tried to rob him if he had a gun

Hide behind shades watching life fade

Girls shaking ass, it must be a parade

If all these niggas on I must be the one

If all these niggas shooters I must be the gun

That money is coming, that money is coming

And I'm bout to fuck it up

She shaking that ass so fast, the cash she bout to run it up

Like what is your motif

They want the fame, I want cash and promotion

I'm making it splash on that ass like the ocean

I ride my own wave cause my buzz'll be rolling

I'm grinding double the time for mine, I'm keeping it coming in

Had the Audi at 18, the Bimmer at 20

Now I'm bout to cop the Benz

My circle so small that everyone else on the outside looking in

I don't trust nobody, I don't see nobody

Versace shades on my lens

That money is coming, that money is coming

And I'm 'bout fuck it up

Double up, double up, double up, double up

No, I can't get enough

I'm really the boy I ain't gotta say it, let them niggas show off

I step in the party like let's get it started

Yeah I'm 'bout to go off

That money is coming, that money is coming

And I'm 'bout fuck it up

Double up, double up, double up, double up

No, I can't get enough

I'm really the boy I ain't gotta say it, let them niggas show off

I step in the party like let's get it started

Yeah I'm 'bout to go off

[Wiz Khalifa]

Really got money, I rap

When I fall through the trap I'ma show off

Smoking that KK, you hit this shit once I promise that you gon' cough

Riding around in my '62 hit the switch once when I skrrt off

Passenger seat got your bitch

If she say she don't smoke that's a turn off

Tatted up, I got my shirt off

Hating you can't get a word off

You the kind I never heard of

Taylor Gang or seeing murder

She want some dick, guarantee I'ma serve her

Practice what I preach

Me, I just teach what I learned

Got weed and I burn it

She giving me brains, that secret service

Don't speak what you

We park the low rider so deep on the curb

Stay holding it down for my team on you geeks and you nerds

You ain't bout your paper my nigga and I think it's absurd

She say she love you but really that shit's a diversion

Say that you stacking but really be splurging

I get a old school Impala and cut that shit up like a surgeon

[Casey Veggies & (Wiz Khalifa)]

That money is coming, that money is coming

And I'm 'bout fuck it up

(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

Double up, double up, double up, double up

No, I can't get enough

I'm really the boy I ain't gotta say it, let them niggas show off

(We smoking good over here)

I step in the party like let's get it started

Yeah I'm 'bout to go off

(My nigga Casey what's good

Gang Gang, Jet Life, you heard?)

That money is coming, that money is coming

And I'm 'bout fuck it up

Double up, double up, double up, double up

No, I can't get enough

(Double that shit up, roll another joint

Put another bitch on top of that bitch

Buy another car on top of that car

Get another watch, get another chain

Do your own thing nigga, Taylor Gang)

I'm really the boy I ain't gotta say it, let them niggas show off

I step in the party like let's get it started

Yeah I'm 'bout to go off

[Casey Veggies]

She ain't with the questions

I told her I ain't with the extras

I'm glad we made a connection

Checking them hoes off my check list

All in the club and we flexing

She fucking it up in the section

It made her think all we do is sin

And then she realized I'm a blessing

Really do it, they gotta show off

This real life, I can't take a day off

Go hard or go home like the playoffs

If you stay there, you might just get paid off

You ain't never whipped these cars nigga

You ain't never seen a hundred large nigga

You ain't minaj'd these broads nigga

One thing bout my gang, we all get it

Girl I pull up in the hood for ya

Everything that look good, it ain't good for ya

The haters is watching, I can't trust 'em

If the bullets start flying it's no discussion

He did too much talking, I had to rush 'em

Got your bitch in the back and I ain't bluffing

The streets is so crazy but it's what made me

Fifty mil couldn't change me, I'm still Casey

We run up the bands and we going crazy

Yeah we run up the bands and we going crazy

Book up the flights and we on vacation

Gave her a shot but I never chase it

The money I'm married, I can't replace her

Do me a favor, do me no favors

Nothing was handed, I had to take it

They don't wanna see me make it, yeah

That money is coming, that money is coming

And I'm 'bout fuck it up

Double up, double up, double up, double up

No, I can't get enough

I'm really the boy I ain't gotta say it, let them niggas show off

I step in the party like let's get it started

Yeah I'm 'bout to go off

That money is coming, that money is coming

And I'm 'bout fuck it up

Double up, double up, double up, double up

No, I can't get enough

I'm really the boy I ain't gotta say it, let them niggas show off

I step in the party like let's get it started

Yeah I'm 'bout to go off