Show Out - Cam'Ron, Roscoe Dash, Jim Jones

Everywhere I go I

Dress up and I go out

I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out

Everywhere I go I

Dress up and I go out

I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out

(Show out) Gucci, Louis, Prada, man I’m all about my dollas

(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like it’s no tomorrow

(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I’m all about my dollas

(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like it’s no tomorrow (out out out

out)

I got lots of gwalla, I spend it

I’m a ball-a-hollic like my money, never ending

Pockets so swole just like Popeye on his spinach

Like Roscoe why you grind so hard?

I’m like I’m tryna get it

And that’s just how I do it, hit the mall with bout 10 stacks;

but you know

that I blew it

Hit the blunt, and threw it.

That’s just how we do it

V.I.P.

with M.M.I.

you know we gon be stupid

You know I make it rain ho, Goosey by the bottle, blowin fruity like a mango

Gone and catch this change ho, yeah we in this thang ho

It’s R-O-S-C-O-E dash, I’m headed for the fame ho

Everywhere I go I

Dress up and I go out

I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out

Everywhere I go I

Dress up and I go out

I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out

(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I’m all about my dollas

(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like it’s no tomorrow

(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I’m all about my dollas

(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like it’s no tomorrow (out out out

out)

Show out, show out, show out, all I do is show out

Inhale the kushhh, then I blow out

SS Camero bitch, watch me as I go out

Back to the crib with yo girl and I go out

We don’t even go out, all she do is ho out

I don’t even know her and I fucked er, what you know bout that?

See all she know is Roscoe got dem racks

Now my meat’s between her buns like a fuckin Big Mac

And everytime she place her order, I beat her then deport her

I get heads and tails like both sides of the quarter

Shawty bad, she expensive;

so you prolly couldn’t afford er

But every time I see her it’s crunch time, like we in the fourth quarter,

and I’m gone

Everywhere I go I

Dress up and I go out

I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out

Everywhere I go I

Dress up and I go out

I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out

(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I’m all about my dollas

(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like it’s no tomorrow

(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I’m all about my dollas

(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like it’s no tomorrow (out out out

out)

Show out, all I do is show out

Watch me while I show out

Roscoe Dash a show out

Show out, show out, show out

Show out, show out, show out