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Rosama - Show Me The Money Lyrics

Show Me the Money Lyrics[Intro: Ro$ama]
(Ha, let that shit ride, Tony)
600
TSABB, bitch, had to let that bitch roll
(Tony Coles)
I, I, I, I, IDuudIt

[Verse 1: Ro$ama]
I got weight in this water, I slide with the rod, just call me Ro$ama the fisher (With the pole)
Been had the answers to questions, I'm still throwin' sevens, I'm ballin', AI, I'm a 6ixer (I'm a 6ixer)
I could’ve slid with 4batz out the windows with Drac', but it's easier to tote the pistol (Ride)
Hid in the garden like SZA, I hate you, got twenty-somethin' bullets, these shots hit different (Bah)
600 Piece drippin' water (Drippin' water)
Had the block hot way before Dwayne Carter (It's hot)
Iceman watch, no Marvel (It's ice)
Greenhouse pocket I should be a gardener (A who?)
I got a leanin' disorder (To mud)
Tell the Mexican plug, "Meet me at the border" (At the who?)
I stuff the racks in a folder (In a folder), then whip up a baby, boy, Jody (Go)

[Chorus: Ro$ama]
Show me the money (That cash)
Ones, fives, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Show me the money (Uh)
I need the guala, dinero, chicken, lettuce, onions
Show me the money (Show)
Green paper that's worth whatever all of over country
Show me the money (Nigga, show me them racks)
Nigga, show me the money (Nigga, show me the pape')
Show me the money (That cash)
Ones, fives, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Show me the money (Uh)
I need the guala, dinero, chicken, lettuce, onions
Show me the money (Show)
Green paper that's worth whatever all of over country
Show me the money (Nigga, show me them racks)
Nigga, show me the money (Nigga, show me the pape')

[Verse 2: That Mexican OT]
Show me the mula, my gang be colder than the cooler
I ain't even tryna wait, so I fuck her inside the Uber
Dive inside the pussy, I felt like I was scuba
And the way she played with the balls, I thought she was hooper
Ain't sippin' Trey, don't make me call up on ol' 7
They gon' push up and show you a quicker way to get to Heaven (Brrt)
You can tell how I pour up inside the big, blue what I'm reppin'
Inside the GPS I got money for my directions
I'm high out my mind, bitch, I look like a dummy, but I still be thumbin' money, I'm gone
Gon' empty his tummy, then wrap like a mummy
OT is so bad to the bone, bitch, I know
I'm from the third coast, land of the pimps and hoes
Hit his ass with the flash and make him strike like a pose
Do him like a lil' kid, bitch, I got your nose
Broad day, I hit a robbery, lookin' like I'm a crow
All black, fly-ass Mexican, lil' bitch, I'm all that
I ain't fuckin' with these boys 'cause I know they all rats
And if you ain’t call it pussy, what the fuck you call that?
Made his ass fall back, brrt

[Bridge: Ro$ama & That Mexican OT]
Man, OT, where you at, cuz?
Man, I'm in Paris, Texas right now, cuh
But I’m jumpin' in the Escalade, I'm on the way back to Bay City right now

[Chorus: Ro$ama]
Show me the money (That cash)
Ones, fives, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Show me the money (Uh)
I need the guala, dinero, chicken, lettuce, onions
Show me the money (Show)
Green paper that's worth whatever all of over country
Show me the money (Nigga, show me them racks)
Nigga, show me the money (Nigga, show me the pape')
Show me the money (That cash)
Ones, fives, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
Show me the money (Uh)
I need the guala, dinero, chicken, lettuce, onions
Show me the money (Show)
Green paper that's worth whatever all of over country
Show me the money (Nigga, show me them racks)
Nigga, show me the money (Nigga, show me the pape')