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lirik lagu ro$ama & that mexican ot - show me the money

[intro: ro$ama]
(ha, let that sh~t ride, tony)
600
tsabb, b~tch, had to let that b~tch roll
(tony coles)
i, i, i, i, iduudit

[verse 1: ro$ama]
i got weight in this water, i slide with the rod, just call me ro$ama the fisher (with the pole)
been had the answers to questions, i’m still throwin’ sevens, i’m ballin’, ai, i’m a 6ixer (i’m a 6ixer)
i could’ve slid with 4batz out the windows with drac’, but it’s easier to tote the pistol (ride)
hid in the garden like sza, i hate you, got twenty~somethin’ bullets, these shots hit different (bah)
600 piece drippin’ water (drippin’ water)
had the block hot way before dwayne carter (it’s hot)
iceman watch, no marvel (it’s ice)
greenhouse pocket i should be a gardener (a who?)
i got a leanin’ disorder (to mud)
tell the mexican plug, “meet me at the border” (at the who?)
i stuff the racks in a folder (in a folder), then whip up a baby, boy, jody (go)

[chorus: ro$ama]
show me the money (that cash)
ones, fives, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
show me the money (uh)
i need the guala, dinero, chicken, lettuce, onions
show me the money (show)
green paper that’s worth whatever all of over country
show me the money (n~gga, show me them racks)
n~gga, show me the money (n~gga, show me the pape’)
show me the money (that cash)
ones, fives, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
show me the money (uh)
i need the guala, dinero, chicken, lettuce, onions
show me the money (show)
green paper that’s worth whatever all of over country
show me the money (n~gga, show me them racks)
n~gga, show me the money (n~gga, show me the pape’)
[verse 2: that mexican ot]
show me the mula, my gang be colder than the cooler
i ain’t even tryna wait, so i f~ck her inside the uber
dive inside the p~ssy, i felt like i was scuba
and the way she played with the b~lls, i thought she was hooper
ain’t sippin’ trey, don’t make me call up on ol’ 7
they gon’ push up and show you a quicker way to get to heaven (brrt)
you can tell how i pour up inside the big, blue what i’m reppin’
inside the gps i got money for my directions
i’m high out my mind, b~tch, i look like a dummy, but i still be thumbin’ money, i’m gone
gon’ empty his tummy, then wrap like a mummy
ot is so bad to the bone, b~tch, i know
i’m from the third coast, land of the pimps and hoes
hit his ass with the flash and make him strike like a pose
do him like a lil’ kid, b~tch, i got your nose
broad day, i hit a robbery, lookin’ like i’m a crow
all black, fly~ass mexican, lil’ b~tch, i’m all that
i ain’t f~ckin’ with these boys ’cause i know they all rats
and if you ain’t call it p~ssy, what the f~ck you call that?
made his ass fall back, brrt

[bridge: ro$ama & that mexican ot]
man, ot, where you at, cuz?
man, i’m in paris, texas right now, cuh
but i’m jumpin’ in the escalade, i’m on the way back to bay city right now
[chorus: ro$ama]
show me the money (that cash)
ones, fives, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
show me the money (uh)
i need the guala, dinero, chicken, lettuce, onions
show me the money (show)
green paper that’s worth whatever all of over country
show me the money (n~gga, show me them racks)
n~gga, show me the money (n~gga, show me the pape’)
show me the money (that cash)
ones, fives, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds
show me the money (uh)
i need the guala, dinero, chicken, lettuce, onions
show me the money (show)
green paper that’s worth whatever all of over country
show me the money (n~gga, show me them racks)
n~gga, show me the money (n~gga, show me the pape’)

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