Showtime Lyrics

Who got the west on lock

Why they push me to the limit like I ain't the boss man

I call shots nigga you get on the phone with bitches talking a lot nigga

Took a year off and this shit got a lot bigger

Imagine if this shit happened for me a lot quicker

I'd prolly be unapproachable boy

Cop rocks through the ages front pages

Opera at the Pantages Walt Disney

John Earl back stage he just did Jitney

That's a broadway play 83rd and western you get popped broad day

Money coming in she can shop all day

Gotta take the call I got business to attend to don't mean to offend you for real

Who got the west on lock

Brought the rich to the poor kept the west on stock

Who got the west on lock

Got my niggas out the hood cuz them checks don't stop huh

I got niggas living good really

Think you doing something you ain't living good silly

Everybody know Janari get Jiggy

Big boy pushing big body through the city

Lil baby wanna get with me

Pay to play life you ain't putting up chili

You gotta invest in a nigga

Or we talking bout you can not fuck with me

I am not the typical type giving her pipe

Im the type you bring home your mama can really like

Pops say he got a good head on his shoulders

That night got them legs sitting on the shoulders

Bed making noise so we switching to the sofa

Do they know they little girl is a freak like this

When nobody is around and you speak like this

Hear that knock upstairs with that squeak like hiss huh

Who got the west on lock

Brought the rich to the poor kept the west on stock

Who got the west on lock

Got my niggas out the hood cuz them checks don't stop huh

Who got the west on lock

Brought the rich to the poor kept the west on stock

Who got the west on lock

Got my niggas out the hood cuz them checks don't stop huh