Prezidential Candidates - Show Out Remix lyrics

[Hook: Roscoe Dash] Oh 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 dollars (Show out) I be all up in the mall, ballin like there's no tomorrow (Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollars (Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like there's no tomorrow [Verse 1: Prez] Every time I show out, you know I bring the glow out Girls around me wanna throw down, if I'm payin' got my dough out Mostly get the free ones, you know I choose to keep ones Like Usher, they my freak ones, and I love them good physique ones You know I'mma show out, play my songs and go out Speakers, yeah they blow out, like pimps I keep the hoes out This mixtape goin' gold, dawg, we breakin' the mold, dawg This game's 'bout to unfold, dawg, so icy, that we we cold, dawg Someone pa** the dutchie, this girl really wanna touch me And I see some muthaf**as, I think they gon try jump me Rims always be spinnin', put your hands up, 'cuz we winnin' Stay in church 'cuz I be sinnin', rewind this beat to the beginning (Yahh) OK OK [Hook: Roscoe Dash] 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 dollars (Show out) I be all up in the mall, ballin like there's no tomorrow (Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollars (Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like there's no tomorrow [Verse 2: Nasty Boi] I'm feelin' 151 today, and maybe a blunt tonight The way I'm takin' Delta on this next flight, I'm ridin' on an airplane Got my rockstar cats on the side, call 'em High Street, blowin' the roof off this b**h Fistpumpin' you know we be so stoned not knowin' what's goin' on Flip the lights on, still dark everywhere we out, it be a blackout, 'cuz we always spark Gettin' crunk, crunk, crunk, gettin' high, high, high Tryna fight with me, I wouldn't even try Comin' in strapped, feeling like everybody's gonna die Stepped on the scene and had all the haters starin' My swag's on fire, can you see the sh** glarin' I'm whippin' down the freeway, stereo blarin' Everybody be hatin' on the chain I be wearin' I can rap on a beat without even swearin' No doubt I be hearin' this crowd cheerin' I'm all about my Benz, money, and strippers 'Cuz when I see the girls they all wanna be strippin' You wanna be young forever? Then come wit me I'm no Jay-Z, but we smoke that tree Don't worry 'bout it, wit me it's free OK OK [Hook: Roscoe Dash] 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 dollars (Show out) I be all up in the mall, ballin like there's no tomorrow (Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollars (Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like there's no tomorrow