Casey Veggies - Show Off lyrics

[Intro: Casey Veggies] [Hook: Casey Veggies] That money is coming, that money is coming And I'm 'bout f** 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 n***as 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 f** 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 n***as show off I step in the party like "Let's get it started" Yeah I'm 'bout to go off [Verse 1: Casey Veggies] 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 a**, it must be a parade If all these n***as on I must be the one If all these n***as shooters I must be the gun That money is coming, that money is coming And I'm bout to f** it up She shaking that a** 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 a** 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 [Hook: Casey Veggies] That money is coming, that money is coming And I'm 'bout f** 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 n***as 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 f** 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 n***as show off I step in the party like "Let's get it started" Yeah I'm 'bout to go off [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Really got money, I rap When I fall through the trap I'ma show off Smoking that KK, you hit this sh** once I promise that you gon' cough Riding around in my '62 [?] once when I skrrt off Pa**enger seat got your b**h 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 n***a and I think it's absurd She say she love you but really that sh**'s a diversion Say that you stacking but really be splurging I get a old school Impala and cut that sh** up like a surgeon [Hook: Casey Veggies & (Wiz Khalifa)] That money is coming, that money is coming And I'm 'bout f** 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 n***as 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 n***a Casey what's good Gang Gang, Jet Life, you heard?) That money is coming, that money is coming And I'm 'bout f** it up Double up, double up, double up, double up No, I can't get enough (Double that sh** up, roll another joint Put another b**h on top of that b**h Buy another car [?] Get another watch, get another chain Do your own thing n***a, Taylor Gang) I'm really the boy I ain't gotta say it, let them n***as show off I step in the party like "Let's get it started" Yeah I'm 'bout to go off [Verse 3: 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 f**ing 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 n***a You ain't never seen a hundred large n***a You ain't minaj'd these broads n***a 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 b**h 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 [Hook: Casey Veggies] That money is coming, that money is coming And I'm 'bout f** 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 n***as 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 f** 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 n***as show off I step in the party like "Let's get it started" Yeah I'm 'bout to go off