The Show – Qveen Herby

Welcome to the show
Fuck all these hoes
All my real ones know
How deep it goes
Mirrors and the smoke, uh
Want you to choke, uh
Just because it glitters, uh
Don’t make it gold, uh (oh-oh-oh-oh, oh yeah)

What’s the matter witchu, baby?
Don’t you wanna be famous?
Won’t you sign your name on the contract?
Mmh, yeah, put you in a fast car
Put you on the big charts
Help us out and stir up some drama

Now she’s always alone
Second line, second phone
All the cash was a loan
And all the masters they own, ah yeah-yeah

Welcome to the show, uh
Fuck all these hoes (fuck all these hoes), uh
All my real ones know (all my real ones know), uh
How deep it goes (how deep, how deep), uh
Mirrors and the smoke (ooh), uh
Want you to choke (want you to choke), uh
Just because it glitters, uh
Don’t make it gold, uh (oh-oh-oh-oh, oh yeah)

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Baby, getchyo shit together (together)
Hope this album’s better (it’s better)
We just need a hit like your last one (we just need a)
Mmh, yeah, get that big producer, uh
Get that manager Scooter, uh
Maybe just consider the implants (just consider it)

If you don’t, it’s alright (it’s okay, baby)
It didn’t sell but we tried (we did our best)
See, your hype’s on a dive
We took the next bitch in line

Welcome to the show, uh
Fuck all these hoes (fuck all these hoes), uh
All my real ones know (ooh-ooh, baby), uh
How deep it goes (how deep it goes), uh
Mirrors and the smoke, uh
Want you to choke (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh), uh
Just because it glitters (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh), uh
Don’t make it gold, uh (oh-oh, oh yeah)

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah (welcome to the show)