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Goddamn, I look good
Somebody slap me
This club does not want to point two seconds of me
But I'ma give it to 'em anyway, uh
When I walk in the door, niggas be like, "Yo!"
They stare me up and down even when they wit they homes
It amazes me that niggas don't care
Bald fade tight, ass everywhere
And before I can even get a chance to blink
Why motherfuckers start sendin' me drinks?
But I send 'em all back 'cause I got my own loot
Suit, Issey Miyaki
Boots, Gianni Versace
It ain't hard to see
I got my own money, don't fuck wit me
Can't touch me, check my steez
Swap meet bitches, please, for real
(Cool bloody) When I walk in the room, all eyes on me
(Let me get your number) Got ice on my hands, ice on my feet
(Cool bloody) When I walk in the room, all eyes on me
(What more can I say?) And these are the sounds they be makin' at me
Say what? Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Picture me strings, pavé diamonds in my ear
I push a new somethin' every year
Hip-hop sweetheart, nigga pleaser
Gucci values like the Mona Lisa
'99 Escalade smellin' like Chanel
Bumpin' my shit on the way to Bloomingdale's
For a shoppin' spree, niggas jockin' me
Black tails centerfold, no stoppin' me
And your bitch is jealous 'cause I'm gettin' wild loot
I'll divert and tell her, I won't tell her I'm hella
Plus, she gettin' dumber and dumber
'Cause while she was in the dressin' room, he spit me his number
And said, "Call me, baby, you're a real lady
Workin' those Girbauds, spittin' flows at shows
I check the videos and the skills
Can I get your autograph on this fifty dollar bill?"
For real
(Cool bloody) When I walk in the room, all eyes on me
(Let me get your number) Got ice on my hands, ice on my feet
(Cool bloody) When I walk in the room, all eyes on me
(Here's my dick, she lick me) And these
Are the sounds they be makin' at me
Say what? Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
I got a fat boy on my jock
Nigga got a wife, but he got a fat knot
Met him when it was hot
Rollin' down the block
In my summer car, 320 E drop
Tell the wife get it together, she ain't cute
Rockin' that sweater wit them daisy dukes
And that nigga know it
That's why he wit the fat tail poet
Spittin' game like a nigga sayin', "Baby, pass the Moët"
(Cool bloody) When I walk in the room, all eyes on me
(Let me get your number) Got ice on my hands, ice on my feet
(Cool bloody) When I walk in the room, all eyes on me
(What more can I say?) And these are the sounds they be makin' at me
Say what? Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
(Cool bloody)
(Let me get your number)
(Cool bloody)
(What more can I say?)
Freeze
(Cool bloody) When I walk in the room, all eyes on me
(Let me get your number) Got ice on my hands, ice on my feet
(Cool bloody) When I walk in the room, all eyes on me
(Here's my dick, she lick me) And these
Are the sounds they be makin' at me
Say what? Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
(Cool bloody)
(Let me get your number)
(Cool bloody)
(What more can I say?)
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