Looka Me Lyrics

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