Ha
Looka me
Lookin like a bag full a cheese
Fresh shoes slim fit jeans
Finesse hoes out
Looka me
Lookin like a bag full a cheese
Know I been rappin about
Money and bitches a lot lately
It's
It's just
I I just really love money and bitches
Okay
I can't really apologize for it so

All my exes stay in Texas
All my hoes stay in the C
Got some women down in Memphis
Couple more in New Orleans
Keep it solid
Keep it g
That's the way I gotta be
I'm the only niga that I know
That keep it real as me
Looka me
Shorty looka me
Tell me what you see
Looka me
Shorty looka me
Tell me what you see
Looka me
Shorty looka me
Tell me what you see
I'm the only niga that I know
That keep it real as me

Looka me
Chillin with all my peeps
Up at the beach
Grabbed the keys
Hopped in the jeep
Hit the Jollibee
Say she cookin
She know how to get me
I love to eat
Shorty sweet
But she sneaky too
Watch her never blink
She got more nigas than I can count
But still say it's for me
What a cheat
I'm in disbelief
Cause she still a beef
But I'm way too old for sneaky shit
So I'm not bout to creep
So when she see me with another
She don't trip cause imma speak
Oh lawd
Might say it's mine
But it's for the streets
That cat don't belong to me
So I hope you livin free
I'm just tryna make it purr
For a night or two or three
She say she don't fuck with rappers
Honestly we bout to see
Be like Uno where you been
I'm like where I gotta be
Work so much I never sleep
Fuck a bed a spread a sheet
Grab the camera tripod cape
Bout to make a super scene
Super dick a change ya life
Have her havin super dreams

All my exes stay in Texas
All my hoes stay in the C
Got some women down in Memphis
Couple more in New Orleans
Keep it solid
Keep it g
That's the way I gotta be
I'm the only niga that I know
That keep it real as me
Looka me
Shorty looka me
Tell me what you see
Looka me
Shorty looka me
Tell me what you see
Looka me
Shorty looka me
Tell me what you see
I'm the only niga that I know
That keep it real as me
Looka me

Lookin like a bag full a cheese
Fresh shoes slim fit jeans
Finesse hoes out their sleeves
Golden G A B
Ears paint what you see
I speak what I know
And I walk what I speak
Always clappin cheeks
But this ain't the season for cuffin
Forever jumpin back up in the pussy
Man its like I been double dutchin
Eatin rappers like luncheons
All these bars
No punch ins
Dooms day in one button
Realest one up in the function
Now I'm feelin like Ash Ketchum
Man cause all I wanna do is catch em all
Lasso up a few bad bitches
Man where the fuck I put my Poké balls
Standin on ten
Standin tall
Talkin hate
I don't hear ya dawg
Snatch ya bitch up
Then I'm peelin off
Talkin too much
Imma peel you off
Fuck that lady
Cause I'm tired a small talkin
On with the plan
Be my cowgirl
Imma be Dirty Dan
There I go again
Spendin money
That I never ever even knew I had
But my other hand
On some other shit
That's some other plans
In some other lands
With some other hoes
Double up the bands
Bout to fly away
Like I'm Peter Pan

Looka me