Show You - Lil Debbie

Ay, ay, ay

(Queen business over here)

Ay, ay, ay

Cash rules everything around me

(Bitches crown, better sit on the throne)

Ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay, ay

(Show 'em, Debbie!)

Cash rules everything around me

Green, get the money, bitch

You wanna be the queen, get the honey

Got a beach front view and a breeze

And it seems some sunny

Bitches tryna get a dream, coming for me

I was born ready

Bitch, I’m born ready

If you wanna come against the queen

Bee, the swarm ready

Yeah, we buzzing

Bitch I been buzzin'

Took impossible and did it like it’s nothing, yeah

Like a prophet, yeah, I’m like a prophet

Everything I said, I get and went and got it

What you call it?

I’m just living

Meaning we the hoe that got this money coming

Flowing like a faucet, I’ma toss it

We don’t even like to entertain all the talking

No discussion, we just off 'em, get the coffin

Bitches barking what you’re body made of talking?

Only talking money here, motherfucker, call it

I so fly, can’t deny that I’m high

Get rich or try it, eye for eye, do or die

I rule the world, fuck your rules, I defy

I, I do for I, made my moves move the sky

This is what it look like, like, like, like

Cook it, took it to the oven

Watch it risen when it’s cooked right, right, right, right

You think I’m playing with you bitches?

Nah

This is what it look like, like, like, like

Bithes talking way too often

I just smoking and it’s good night, night, night, night, night

I’m sick of playing with you bitches, nah

Debbie, you should prolly get to know

Crash the Beamer, went and copped a Chevy nova

Paid tripping, I should prolly get a coaster

Only making bangers, I should prolly get a poster

Cruising down the coast

Rep the city like I’m 'posed to

Bitch, you know I been a roller

I’m a motherfucking soldier

I could send them hitters like a motherfuckin' Sosa

Bitches laying on the sofa, on the way the bitch is over

We don’t even like to entertain all the bluffing

No discussion, all my bitches get the bussin'

Got a issue, beat these bitches like percussion

Bitches making moves, ain’t no need for interruptions

I so fly, can’t deny that I’m high

Get rich or try it, eye for eye, do or die

I rule the world, fuck your rules, I defy

I, I do for I, made my moves move the sky

This is what it look like, like, like, like

Cook it, took it to the oven

Watch it risen when it’s cooked right, right, right, right

You think I’m playing with you bitches?

Nah

This is what it look like, like, like, like

Bithes talking way too often

I just smoking and it’s good night, night, night, night, night

I’m sick of playing with you bitches, nah