Boy looka here

Boy looka here Lyrics

This what I'm talkin' 'bout boy (Hey b**ch!) Looka here (This the A ho! This the A ho! Yeah This the A ho!) It's Alabama![Chorus] f**k talkin' get took boy looka here Rich Boy really do it boy looka here We can buy the bar all night looka here I can show you what a stack like looka here Boy looka here, boy looka here Looka here, Looka here[Verse 1] Off top I'mma tell ya this some playa sh*t A real nigga here now, better get ya b**ch Yeah, 'cause big pimpin' in the house now If ya real then you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Rich Boy, I don't know what these niggas thankin' Bet a thousand shoot a thousand what you niggas bankin'? Comin' down like snow in the winter time I don't know about you but I'm gettin' mine D-I-P never, cold nigga, hell yeah Zone 4, gon' pull up in the ATL Gettin' money already know what it is Huh, don't stop b**ch what the business is Get mo' ass then a lazy boy sofa Keep my toaster, warm in my holster See you got ya lil' jewelry but I'm chunked out All the hatin' playboy, get ya stomped out[Chorus 2] x2 f**k talkin' get took boy looka here Rich Boy really do it boy looka here We can buy the bar all night looka here I can show you what a stack like looka here[Verse 2] Naw I don't wear tight shirts wit' the cuff links See them big VS stones make ya eyes blink Say I talk slow, and I rhyme funny But I ain't thinkin' 'bout nothin' but the big money Big cake, big shrimp on a big plate Nigga so iced out like a snowflake Don't hate, big crib wit' the big lake Say she wanna taste, some of that milkshake Put'cha money where ya ass at and run that Just gettin' started nigga we done done that What you know about them folks that was shootin' it off? While y'all was lyin', runnin' and movin' ya moss Homeboy we ain't goin' for the okie doke 'Cause we'll pop it off quick wit' the gunsmoke See what I tote? Keep it in my lap If these hollow points hit'cha nigga it's a wrap[Chorus 2] x2[Verse 3] Yeah I ain'tsta... don't die naan nigga Rich Boy, Alabama ex-figure Stack quicker, drank good hard liquor f**k a squad, better have God wit'cha Cool like a muh'f**ka wit' a pimp cup All my folk gettin' money put'cha rank up Yeah real deal playa, gon' ball out Come drank what'cha drank 'til ya fall out Where my girls at baby, make 'em pay mo' Gon' show a nigga how you make it shake slow Yeah, represent tell 'em who ya click Throw 'em up nigga gon' show 'em who ya wit'[Chorus 2] x2[music out]