Show me the money lyrics - Pablo Petey

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Show me the money lyrics

This is defiantly the wickedest thing i hear of my life!

show off that body you got
you got that dance floor so hot
you workin that, you twerkin that
you checkin that, like a clock.

can't no body do it like i do it
when i do it, dog i do it (break it down)
break it down, put your back into it.
man, y'all ain't ready for this shit im doin. (Get up)
Get up, put your drinks down,
dont want ya'll saucy
your drinks out all over that,
your cheap blouse, aint nothing but a smaller in it anyhow. (still)
still me i just changed the sound, to the other one i had
and just swapped it out (switch)
kept something in the background
cause you love the song, but you in love with the background (Yup)
come on let a mamma work, for me
make a playa wanna spend some money
I don't really like spending money
but you can do what you do and do it well imma

Refren: 2X
show off that body you got
you got that dance floor so hot
you workin that, you twerkin that
you checkin that, like a clock.

(She look good) She look good
(And thick) And thick
Nothin in um, Her..her
No Silicone, no lipo, no botox, no tummy tuck (No)
Her hair natural, let the day spoil when another brother in this world
Good lookin momma
That good and hot to death make an athelete lose his breath
And hell if youve got athsma
then you look bump south
You gonna need a couple skirts keep fallin out
(For Real) a 10.5 on a rhictor scale a high number you can go to 12
shorty shaking like hell
We ought be shamed ourselves, creator couldnt rock the bed that well
(Look Out) Breakin it down, ridin this beat like (wow)
Papa jail man i gun her down

Refren: 2X
show off that body you got
you got that dance floor so hot
you workin that, you twerkin that
you checkin that, like a clock.

This is defiantly the wickedest thing i hear of my life!
OK! I've been sippin on that patron
(Get Up, Get up)
I'm ready, Give you what you want
OK! (Get Up, Get Up)
Might not feel the same way tomorrow (Ok)
But I'll deal with that tomorrow
(Get up, Get up)
Cuz tonight you got me feeling like i wanna take you home

Refren: [2x]
Show off that body you got
You got that dance floor so hot
You workin that, You twerkin that
You checkin that, like a clock



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