R&B lyrics

[Intro]
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
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[Verse]
Please don't judge me for them scams, I was not legit
'Fore 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'm a fan, but I'm not a b*tch
I like 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 sh*t
She said I'm sneaky like the Panthers from Wakanda sh*t
You with the team, you gotta answer, where your honor sit?
I know the scene, I'm in a trance, boy, I'm pondering
I'm plottin' schemes on other bands from the bottom of it
I had a dream, it was a cat 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
[Outro]
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