Show's Over Lyrics

Tell the driver close the curtains, paparazzi make me nervous

Slow motion when we drivin', gotta chill with all that swervin

All the champagne sippin' I been doin' got me burpin

Besides, I wanna make a entrance, not cause a disturbance

Let's put this shit in motion, make sure that I'm in focus

No edits, this shit's young and raw, keep them cameras rollin

A hundred for the eighth, ain't clipping' shit, nigga, keep smokin

A hundred to the hostess, thanks for the mimosas

Mi casa es su casa, got my feet up on the sofa

Off guard but never lackin', that's just for the posers

Brushin' off my shoulders, dump the ashes on my coaster

She looked a little closer, like, that's you on them posters

In the flesh, I ain't no poser, real nigga, aroma

Stay far from them vultures, them city girls ain't kosher

Gave her backstage passes, turned her to a ticket poacher

Fucked around and ghost her, she could never get no closure

She know that it's over

This number is not accepting calls at this time

I know he did not block me, like, I'm one of these little bitches

Don't be playin' with me, you're not gonna be playin' with me

No time for no Q&A, I'm only talkin' moolah

Ignoring all that she and he say, I don't do the rumors

You hustlin' from Z to A, it's backwards how you movin

Fifteen minutes of your fame, I seen it all in bloopers

Tell the DJ, turn my tune up, I been drinkin' too much

Please forgive my humor, but I wasn't talkin' to ya

Y'all done fucked my mood up, matter of fact, call me a Uber

Headed to the exit, seen some haters' faces screwed up

Had to stop and dap the crew up, shorty said that she gon' pull up

Asked if I had plans, I told her nothin' that I knew of

Even if I did, you know it's always time for you, love

I'ma hit the store and get some backwards and some food love

Plus I need some condoms and a Gatorade, the blue one

Seen some niggas lurkin', tryna figure if I knew them

By the time it hit me, it was too late, they was shootin

Did y'all, did y'all get him? Y'all got him

Yeah, we got him

Why would y'all do that? No, no, no, tell me my baby not dead

Bitch, shut the fuck up and drive

That's what you wanted, right