I Look Good lyrics
by Connie Diiamond
[Intro]
Yeah
[Verse]
From Vegas to Cali, a b*tch feelin' good
Back at my city, still wish a b*tch would
Came up from nothin’, I'm misunderstood
So they stay at the Frank's, stayin’ slurpin' on wood
Fully focused, but I peeped n*ggas' skeet, it was noted
Think they slick, hope I slept, but I noticed
They asleep, wake them up, it's the Folgers
Heard the tea pipin' hot, feel the coldest
I'm worried 'bout a check
You worried 'bout that house on the hill in the Gets
b*tch, I’m up now, give a f*ck who got next
But one thing’s for certain: I'm makin’ 'em sweat
Hot like a fever, all of my b*tches is that, Mona Lisa
Throwin' that ass in the spot, what a sheesh, uh
Always on point, keep a strap like a beeper
Run up on me and get swiped like a Visa
Tippin' the scale like a Libra
Anywhere I go, I’m comfortable kickin' my feet up
These n*ggas know I'm the reaper
I'm runnin' circles 'round any b*tch, tell 'em to keep up
Put 'em in line, I'm the leader
Real n*ggas f*ck with me
I cannot f*ck with a eater
Vodka hit slow like Aliah
Say he from Cali, I'm tryna get f*cked in Ibiza
[Refrain]
Like, mmm, like, mmm (Oh, Lord!)
Bounce, bounce, bounce
[Hook]
b*tch, I'm bangin', I look good
A little boujie, a lil hood
sh*t, I'm (laughs) I look good
A lil boujie, a lil hood
b*tch, I'm — a lil (laughs)
A lil boujie, a lil hood
[Outro]
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm (Grr)