R&B

I look-, I look-, I hop out the whip I look-, I look-, I hop out the whip Sexy, sexy, I look handsome, I hop out the whip M-m-m-m-maximum volume Hey, please don't judge me for them scams, that was not legit But I spent money on them brands, got my mom a crib They gon' test me, watch them hands come up positive But please don't flex 'cause I'ma fan, but I'm not a bitch I look sexy, I look handsome, I hop out the whip She wan' get me, it's like ransom, I got lot of chip I threw confetti on this dancer for my confidence I hit the scene already jammin' off all kind of shit She said, "I'm sneaky, like the Panthers, from Wakanda shit" You with the team, you gotta answer, where your honor sit? I know the scene, I'm in a trance, and I'm pondering I'm plottin' schemes on other bands from the bottom of it I had a dream it was a cash and my pockets big I had to do a homie bad, I ain't proud of it And when they snoopin' in my bag, I hop out of it Yeah, I be moving with the bammers like Obama kids When it's lit, I do my dance, like my collar itch I could make a dollar stretch, make a dollar slim I could make a dollar stretch, make a dollar thin I'ma put her into debt if she tryna spend They could see me on the bench, now I'm by the rim I can't fiend for they respect, that's just how it is I hope you know I mean the best, it's just time to dip The only thing I know 'bout death, it teach you how to live I look-, I look-, I hop out the whip I look-, I look-, I hop out the whip Sexy, sexy, I look handsome, I hop out the whip