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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Juicy J
Juicy J
Stimme und Gesang
Big Sean
Big Sean
Stimme und Gesang
Jeezy
Jeezy
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter:in
Sean Anderson
Sean Anderson
Songwriter:in
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter:in
Michael L. Williams II
Michael L. Williams II
Songwriter:in
Justin Garner
Justin Garner
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Produzent:in
Antonio Rey
Antonio Rey
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Rob Kinelski
Rob Kinelski
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Anna Ugarte
Anna Ugarte
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Casey Cuayo
Casey Cuayo
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mischtechniker:in
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
James Cruz
James Cruz
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Mark Santangelo
Mark Santangelo
Mastering-Ingenieurassistent:in
J Bo
J Bo
Co-Produzent:in
Juicy J
Juicy J
Co-Produzent:in
Trehy Harris
Trehy Harris
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Turn up (Mike WiLL Made-It) We gon' always get money, man Young Jeezy, Big Sean, Juicy J (EarDrummers) Boss shit nigga, let's get E'ry time I go out, you know I gotta show out E'ry time I go out (go out), you know I bring the dough out (yeah) E'ry time they go out, you know they bring they hoe out (ay) E'ry time I go out, you know I bring that flow out (that's right) E'ry time I go out, you know I gotta show out E'ry time I go out, you know I gotta show out E'ry time I go out, you know I gotta show out (yeah) E'ry time I go out, you know I gotta show out (we gettin' it) Trippy niggas and a few hoes One night, two shows That's two mansions and a team expansion Thumbin' through a check, got me sweatin' and pantin' When you getting money, chicks come around Niggas start hatin', who's holdin' you down? All this ice, I'm just livin' the life Bad bitch want me, give me head like lice Hit club LIV in a rush Pockets so swole, I think they finna burst Ace in my hand and a 45 tuck Money comin' down, codeine pourin' up Smokin' on some dope, always on a float 20 years in, niggas callin' me the GOAT Money adding up, you haters going broke Still in the game while you niggas ridin' old (the bitch) See me showin' out, they muggin', I don't give a fuck How I start my morning off a zip and a (double cup) Hating ass niggas, y'all behind me Ball so hard, they want to fine me Juicy J, Taylor Gang I been rich since the 90s E'ry time I go out, you know I gotta show out (whoa) E'ry time I go out (go out), you know I bring the dough out (yeah) (boy, boy, boy, boy) E'ry time they go out, you know they bring they hoe out (ay) E'ry time I go out, you know I bring that flow out (freaky) (that's right) E'ry time I go out, you know I gotta show out (freaky, freaky) E'ry time I go out (God), you know I gotta show out (chill) E'ry time I go out, you know I gotta show out (Juicy, what's up though? B-I-G boy) E'ry time I go out, you know I gotta show out (let's go) All these ratchets hoes say I ain't shit (yeah, hoe) Well, at least I ain't broke hoe (yeah, hoe) St-st-stackin' paper like old folks (yeah, hoe) You-you, and you still stayin' with your old folks (yeah, hoe) She a fan, that's fantastic, poppin' xannies, that's xantastic Gettin' rich, band-tastic, white girls like Anne Hatha- Way going, way out, they wait for my bandwagon (yeah) She let me bang, and I ain't got a bandana Oh (freaky), that's just how I move Fast girls, fast money, no more fast food Came up first class, my passport gettin' tattooed (boy, boy) Young ass player doing everythin' that I have to, so E'ry time I go out, you know I gotta show out E'ry time I go out (go out), you know I bring the dough out (yeah) E'ry time they go out, you know they bring they hoe out (ay) E'ry time I go out, you know, I bring that flow out (that's right) E'ry time I go out, you know I gotta show out (hey) E'ry time I go out, you know I gotta show out (yeah) E'ry time I go out, you know I gotta show out (huh) E'ry time I go out, you know I gotta show out (let's go) I-I-I-I-I-I got some bad bitches with me Say they like Rihanna, love Whitney She say, "How many bottles do you want?" I told her 50 She say, "Anything?" "Yeah bitch, a kidney" E'ry time I go out, you know I bring that dough out Finesse is on a milli', it lookin' like a blowout Hunnid bitches with me, look like I left the hoe house (hoo!) Hunnid racks with me, look like I left the blow house Now we poppin' bottles, they came with the sparkles Got my niggas with me, they came with them yoppers Got a few ratchets, even a couple models 20 car caravan, I bet they gon' follow, ugh E'ry time I go out, you know I gotta show out (hey) E'ry time I go out (go out), you know I bring the dough out (yeah) E'ry time they go out, you know they bring they hoe out (ay) E'ry time I go out, you know, I bring that flow out (that's right) E'ry time I go out, you know I gotta show out (hey) E'ry time I go out, you know I gotta show out (yeah) E'ry time I go out, you know I gotta show out (hey) E'ry time I go out, you know I gotta show out (let's go)
Writer(s): Jay W. Jenkins, Sean Michael Anderson, Michael Len Ii Williams, Justin Devon Garner, Jordan Michael Houston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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