Show Off Casey Veggies (Ft. Wiz Khalifa)

[Intro: Casey Veggies]

[Hook: Casey Veggies]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I'm 'bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can't get enough
I'm really the boy I ain't gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like "Let's get it started"
Yeah I'm 'bout to go off
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I'm 'bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can't get enough
I'm really the boy I ain't gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like "Let's get it started"
Yeah I'm 'bout to go off

[Verse 1: Casey Veggies]
Top down in the summer, top down in the summer
I came back like LeBron down 3 to 1
I don't understand man, it make me wonder
Why the homie tried to rob him if he had a gun
Hide behind shades watching life fade
Girls shaking ass, it must be a parade
If all these niggas on I must be the one
If all these niggas shooters I must be the gun
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I'm bout to fuck it up
She shaking that ass so fast, the cash she bout to run it up
Like what is your motif
They want the fame, I want cash and promotion
I'm making it splash on that ass like the ocean
I ride my own wave cause my buzz'll be rolling
I'm grinding double the time for mine, I'm keeping it coming in
Had the Audi at 18, the Bimmer at 20
Now I'm bout to cop the Benz
My circle so small that everyone else on the outside looking in
I don't trust nobody, I don't see nobody
Versace shades on my lens