Album: Progression IV (2014)

Show Me

You got her
Show me
Oh, mommy, you're the girl I know
You're gonna say no names, no, no, no
You could be on a stage
But you're a smart girl and you know you worth much more
You don't appeal on the nigga
You got your own shit, that' s for sure
But I'm a different type of nigga
Cause I ain't spending money
I ain't spending time, girl I got to go, go
I'm on to the next bitch
But, girl, I'm fond of Texas
So this is how we spend

A rich ass nigga moved to the South Side
You ain't coming to my crib unless your mouth is wide
And your panties are gone, or not
29, that flows up
Baby, that's a long ride
I figured that's a little time to figure them out
I figured that's a little time for you to think about
Are you really gonna do it slappy here?
Give it to me on a balcony
And all the ceiling is at least 2 feet tall
You get my dick sucked
Lookin' over George Brown
I put it to the crib
That ain't like I miss you nigga
Why can't you guarantee to see your bitches, nigga?
And I guarantee they all drop... nigga
Me a slim dog, neighbors will be switchin' bitches
She would be looking like an old bitch Christmas, nigga

I'm the man, no lie
Crib is so high I feel close to God
Crib is so high
If I ever have a fire
You shot... and everything would be fine
You remind me of
Everything will be fine
Crib is so high
If I ever have a fire
You shot... and everything would be fine