Songtext von Showing Off

That's a real one, in your reflection Without a follow, without a mention You barely know me What they gotta be You talkin' to these niggas honestly You got them rubber bands You gotta make me dance You got some bad friends You got a hundred bands, you got a big advance You ain't let the thing loose in so long You been inside, know you like to lay low I been peepin' what you bringin' to the table Working hard girl everything paid for Food stamps, phone bill, car note, cable With your phone, out gotta get them angles With your phone out snappin' like you fabo And you showing up, but it's alright This is your life, yuh