Lyrics Show Me The Money - JZAC

One hand on my dick
Bitch one hand on my hip (hip)
One hand on the fifth
Yall on a Nambian trip you sleepin
One hand on the ship
Yall aint never landing me shit
Yall aint never handing me shit
You aint gonna brand me
You aint never ever gonna hand me shit
Truth be told I aint rich yet
Truth be told I aint dead either
Someone call me up Jerry Maguire
I need money like Derek Jeter
I need money like Warren Buffet
Way too many damn foreign cousins
Skys the limit no floor above us
Im sneakin in with no warning from us

Now show me the money
Show me the money
I talk shit like they owe me the money
This the gold digger money
Cuz the flows all muddy
And the flow so cold that they nose all runny

I aint get the memo what the fuck I missed
They dont wanna say its skill then its luck I guess
Get it? Yeah, ok luck I guess
Must not know who the fuck I is
Left in a bright red Mazda 3
Came back in a gray black Mayback
Next door neighbor used to call me Jerry
Now the motherfucker even call me Jzac
Isnt that funny? Isnt that funny?
No one wanna chill when it isnt that sunny
When you finally make the switch and you get a couple hits they be knockin on your door like what you want from me like aaaahhh

(I'm not tryna be the asshole here guys but like i didnt answer the door for 15 minutes like my mom came to the you know my mom doesnt even speak english though. Just please. Another day.)

Show me the money
Show me the money
Show me the money
Show me the money
Hoes act funny
Till you show them the money
Show me the money
Show me the money

Pulls up in that uh-huh
Came through I'm too damn hungry
Pops is talkin that broken english
Back and forth two damn countries
I dont need me no lamborghini
I dont need me no mazarati
I dont i dont i dont huh i dont need me no papparazzi
I talk more shit than the sheik
Drink red goose get beaked
She dont even care about real shit 'cause that instagram be on fleek
I just focus on us
I just focus on Ws
Sick of livin that check to check
Check my mailbox for my W-2s

Now show me the money
Show me the money
I talk shit like they owe me the money
This the gold digger money
Cuz the flows all muddy
And the flow so cold that they nose all runny

Damn yall have woken up a monster
Dont come across me improper
Every letter in a sentence from menaces to medicine are better than the motherfuckin doctor
Oh FYI I'm still real
Cookin dough like a funnel cake
Broads see me they pray I'm single
Bad bitches doing double takes
Now isnt that funny? Isnt that funny?
No one wanna chill when it isnt that sunny
When you finally make the switch and you get a couple hits they be knockin on your door what you want from me like aaaahhh

Show me the money
Show me the money
Show me the money
Show me the money
Hoes act funny
Till you show them the money
Show me the money
Show me the money