Look At Me Baby (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Look at me baby you know I got style

They put on my shoes and can't walk a mile

I hop on a beat and proceed to go wild

I stay to myself cause these n***** is foul

Look at me baby, look at me baby, Yeah, yeah (Hold up)

Look at me baby, look at me baby, Yeah, yeah (Hold up)

Look at me baby you know I got style

They put on my shoes and can't walk a mile

I hop on a beat and proceed to go wild

I stay to myself cause these n***** is foul

Look at me baby, look at me baby, Yeah, yeah (Hold up)

Look at me baby, look at me baby, Yeah, yeah (Hold up)

I got the talent, hold up let me show it

I pick up this pen and I turn to a poet

Murder these beats you cannot ignore it

I get to the money I Dora Explore it

Pull up in something you might can't afford it

Hell yeah b**** I think I'm important

Going hard like a shell on a tortoise

Told her stay down we making the Forbes list

Walk on these beats man I do this s**** easily

He be hating cause his girl wanna sleep with me

They know I'm dope but they keeping it secretly

I don't give a m********* bout this industry

Claim to be hard but they got women tendencies

I think my confidence make them so sick of me

Name is not Elmo but you n***** tickle me

Cooking up hits because I got the recipe

Look at me baby you know I got style

They put on my shoes and can't walk a mile

I hop on a beat and proceed to go wild

I stay to myself cause these n***** is foul

Look at me baby, look at me baby, Yeah, yeah (Hold up)

Look at me baby, look at me baby, Yeah, yeah (Hold up)

Look at me baby you know I got style

They put on my shoes and can't walk a mile

I hop on a beat and proceed to go wild

I stay to myself cause these n***** is foul

Look at me baby, look at me baby, Yeah, yeah (Hold up)

Look at me baby, look at me baby, Yeah, yeah (Hold up)

Step in the booth and you know I'm gone wreck it

I'm country as f*** h** I come out of Texas

F*** a Mercedes I ride in a Lexus

I get to the money no time for the plexing

You ain't got to like it but you gone respect it

My little diamonds they hitting, reflecting

I cut them off when they get to deflecting

I am not from Houston but b**** I'm a Texan

My name is not Khaled but b**** I'm the best

I'm not selling my soul or wearing no dress

Up in the sheets we be making a mess

She calling me papi and screaming out yes

My name is not Khaled but b**** I'm the best

I'm not selling my soul or wearing no dress

Up in the sheets we be making a mess

She calling me papi and screaming out yes