PETEY PABLO Show Me The Money is a song recorded by PETEY PABLO that illustrates a melody and dynamics that make PETEY PABLO shine. As part of an amazing album, Show Me The Money lyrics will satisfy your music cravings. Sing along Show Me The Money lyrics using the lyrics on this page.
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PETEY PABLO Show Me The Money lyrics
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[Chorus]
Show off that body you got
You got that dance floor so hot
You workin' that, you twerkin' that
You tickin' that like a clock
Can't nobody do it like I do it
When I do it, dog, I do it
(Break it down) break it down
Put yo' back into it
Mean y'all ain't ready for the shit I'm doing
(Get up) get up
Put yo' drinks down
Don't want y'all sloshin' your drinks out
All over that
Your cheap blouse ain't nothin', but swallow in it anyhow
(Still me) still me
I just changed the sound to the other one I had and just swapped it out
(Switch) kept somethin' in the backround 'cause you in love with the song
But you in love with the background
Come on, let a mama work for me
Make a playa wanna spend some money
(Come on) I don't really like spending money
But you can do what you do and do it well I'm a...
[Chorus x 2]
(Look good) look good, empty
Nothin' in um, I'm huntin', I'm huntin'
No silicone, no lipo, no Botox, no tummy tuck (no)
All-natural, let the day spoil when they mami brought her in this world
Good lookin', mama
That good and hot to death make an athlete lose his breath
And had to move that ass when you bump south
You gonna need a couple skirts; keep fallin' out
(For real) a 10.5 on a Richter scale - a high number - you can go to twelve
Shorty shaking like hell
We ought be 'shamed ourselves, creator couldn't rock the bed that well
(Look out) breakin' it down, ridin' this beat like (wow)
Papa jail, man
I gun her down
[Chorus x 2]
This is definitely the wickedest thing I hear in my life!
Okay! I've been sippin' on that Patron
(Get up, get up)
I'm ready, give you what you want
Okay!
(Get up, get up)
Might not feel the same way tomorrow (okay)
But I'll deal with that tomorrow
(Get up, get up)
'Cause tonight you got me feeling like I wanna take you home
[Chorus x 2]
Back to: PETEY PABLO lyricsShow off that body you got
You got that dance floor so hot
You workin' that, you twerkin' that
You tickin' that like a clock
Can't nobody do it like I do it
When I do it, dog, I do it
(Break it down) break it down
Put yo' back into it
Mean y'all ain't ready for the shit I'm doing
(Get up) get up
Put yo' drinks down
Don't want y'all sloshin' your drinks out
All over that
Your cheap blouse ain't nothin', but swallow in it anyhow
(Still me) still me
I just changed the sound to the other one I had and just swapped it out
(Switch) kept somethin' in the backround 'cause you in love with the song
But you in love with the background
Come on, let a mama work for me
Make a playa wanna spend some money
(Come on) I don't really like spending money
But you can do what you do and do it well I'm a...
[Chorus x 2]
(Look good) look good, empty
Nothin' in um, I'm huntin', I'm huntin'
No silicone, no lipo, no Botox, no tummy tuck (no)
All-natural, let the day spoil when they mami brought her in this world
Good lookin', mama
That good and hot to death make an athlete lose his breath
And had to move that ass when you bump south
You gonna need a couple skirts; keep fallin' out
(For real) a 10.5 on a Richter scale - a high number - you can go to twelve
Shorty shaking like hell
We ought be 'shamed ourselves, creator couldn't rock the bed that well
(Look out) breakin' it down, ridin' this beat like (wow)
Papa jail, man
I gun her down
[Chorus x 2]
This is definitely the wickedest thing I hear in my life!
Okay! I've been sippin' on that Patron
(Get up, get up)
I'm ready, give you what you want
Okay!
(Get up, get up)
Might not feel the same way tomorrow (okay)
But I'll deal with that tomorrow
(Get up, get up)
'Cause tonight you got me feeling like I wanna take you home
[Chorus x 2]
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Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Songwriters: BARRETT, MOSES III / FEEMSTER, THERON OTIS
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