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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juicy J
Vocals
Big Sean
Vocals
Jeezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Michael L. Williams II
Songwriter
Justin Garner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer
Antonio Rey
Recording Engineer
Rob Kinelski
Recording Engineer
Anna Ugarte
Recording Engineer
Casey Cuayo
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Mixing Engineer
James Cruz
Mastering Engineer
Mark Santangelo
Assistant Mastering Engineer
J Bo
Co-Producer
Juicy J
Co-Producer
Trehy Harris
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
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
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