Lyrics JZAC – Show Me The Money

I don’t know what got into me there. Awe shit I’ll take the sandals off. I gotta get comfy if you’re recording a song like this you got to get comfy and take the sandals off

One hand on my dick bitch one hand on my hip
One hand on a fifth
Y’all on an Ambien trip you sleeping

Truth be told I ain’t rich yet
Truth be told I ain’t dead either
Someone call me up Jerry McGuire
I need money like Derek Jeter
I need money like Warren Buffet
Way too many damn foreign cousins
Sky’s the limit no floor above us
I’m sneaking in with no warning from us now

Show me the money show me the money
I talk shit like they owe me the money
This is gold digger money cause the flows all nutty
And the flow so cold that they nose all runny

I ain’t get the memo what the fuck I miss?
They don’t wanna say it’s skill then it’s luck I guess
I get it yeah okay luck I guess
Must not know who the fuck I is

Left in a bright red Mazda 3 came back in a grey black Maybach
Next door neighbor used to call me Jerry
Now that mother fucker even call me JZAC
Isn’t that funny isn’t that funny?
No one wanna chill when it isn’t that sunny
When you finally make the switch and you get a couple hits they be knocking on your door

I’m not trying to be the asshole here guys, but like I didn’t answer the door for fifteen minutes. You know like, my mom came… you know my mom doesn’t even speak English dude. Just please, another day

Show me the money
Show me the money
Show me the money
Show me the money
Hoes act funny, till you show them the money
Till you show me the money, show me the money

Pulls up in that ahh haa
Came through I’m too damn hungry
Pops talking that broken English
Back and fourth in two damn countries
I don’t need me no Lamborghini I don’t need me no Maserati
I don’t I don’t I don’t ugh I don’t need me no paparazzi
I talk more shit than the Sheik drink Grey Goose get beak
She don’t even care about real shit cause that Instagram be on fleek
I just focus on us I just focus on W’s
Sick of living that check to check checking mailboxes for my W2 now

Show me the money show me the money
I talk shit like they owe me the money
This is gold digger money cause the flows all nutty
And the flow so cold that they nose all runny

God damn y’all have woken up a monster
Don’t come across me improper
Every letter in the sentence from Renisis’ the medicine
Is better than the mother fucking doctor

Oh FYI I’m still real cooking dough like a funnel cake
Broads see me they pray I’m single
Bad bitches doing double takes now
Isn’t that funny isn’t that funny?
No one wanna chill when it isn’t that sunny when you finally make the switch and you get a couple hits they be knocking on your door what you wanting from me like huh?

Show me the money
Show me the money
Show me the money
Show me the money
Hoes act funny, till you show them the money
Till you show me the money, show me the money