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Show of Hands (Clean) - Future/Metro Boomin
Lyrics by：Nayvadius Wilburn/Leland Wayne
Composed by：Nayvadius Wilburn/Leland Wayne
Produced by：Metro Boomin
Take his chains shorty leave your mans for me
Can I trust you
Grab this cam shorty OnlyFans for me uh
By a show of hands who want a fatal
Throw them hands
Told me "Show a Benz"
Just play your card don't show your hands uh
Necklace gave me shoulder cramps
Pinky ring your show advance
I just sent a telegram
Grandma you bore the man
Bracelet Rollie both 'em dance
A half a mill' on both 'em hands
I'm a trap better watch your ho
Uh
Ain't no bap kickin' in your door
Yeah Chrome Hearty I just bought the whole store
I blew her head up now they call her the GOAT
Turned the swag up her last was broke
Bought all them bags for her can't fit 'em in her closet
She can change the fit up least 'bout three times a day
Ain't use a condom we **** three times a day
This ***** so pretty I wanna skeet it all on her face
I done took the Adderall just to count up my cake
I'm goin' Bugatti shoppin' ******* up this paper
First time I smashed it I was highly sedated
It get past 3 a.m. I'm way out of my mind
Cost three-eighty and it barely got any diamonds
Skeleton faded spent a rack on it
My lawyer gon' eat the case that's what these racks for
A half a mill' on
Verse one
Call up Pluto Metro should've put me on the first one
Swear they ***** the baddest I just bagged the worst one
In they feelings over women what you hurt or somethin'
I smash before you birthed son Flacko hit it first son
Still don' trust you it's always us never them
Heard you dropped your latest ****
Funny how it just came and went
Ha-ha-ha
Money long but you know I gotta keep it trim
Trim
Her waist small but she ain't slim
They call me Flacko Jodye but I'm him
Ain't **** change *****
Upgraded a lame *****
Stay up in your lane *****
My wrist a plain Jane *****
She **** me 'cause I'm famous
And they don't speak my language
But bet she know my name *****
A stainless 'cause I don't trust a thing *****
Why don't you trust me
**** on her tongue but really I just hit a lick
Lick lick
No more Balenci'
I'm gettin' really tired of Rick
Tired of that ****
Cough up a lung
Lung
That Bloomin' new Biscotti hit
'Scotti
First of the month
Uh month
I'm livin' in your head rent-free
Boominati
Chrome Hearty I just bought the whole store
**** keepin' this **** hip-hop
I wanna see a **** bleed out

I knew we couldn't trust them
Everybody's doin' it down there
We really you know
We was the ones that originated it in the first place
So we gon' stick to the script
They'll leave our style alone 'fore we leave it alone
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout