Look Good

[Intro] What’s crackin ho Yeah you bitch Yeah this the same nigga that’ll sell blood to a bitch on her period, ya dig Rother Vandross Hold up touch keep your mother fucking hands off Teddy picture gram what they got me on the weekend Well if you don’t look good then I don’t look good And that’s impossible bitch cuz I'm stunning [Hook] If you don’t look good Then I don’t look good Now we don’t look good, that’s right If you don’t look good Then I don’t look good Bitch you better bring me my cheese If you don’t look good Then I don’t look good Now we don’t look good, that’s right If you don’t look good Then I don’t look good Bitch you better bring me my cheese [Verse 1: Z-RO] I don’t love you Matter of fact I don’t ever think of you I can think of better shit for me to do Like chasing a million dollars with my mother fucking crew I miss my nigga D.J. Screw Thirty miles per hour on the freeway fool Leaning like we needed VA But I always kept my eyes open to make sure we straight Now Im the Mo City Don I got my crown homie Watch your mouth unless you wanna be underground homie If this your bitch come get her cuz once I set her down homie Then your bitch gone be my bitch all you can do is frown homie We can handle this like men or get in to gangster shit Five deuce Hoover crip down right I’m a gangster bitch Lips, hips and finger tips make a gangster rich All these yellow, blue and black diamonds I’ve sold, thank you bitch [Hook] [Verse 2: Z-RO] All I want is the money you can keep the rest Don’t give a damn about which one of ya'll freak the best Don’t want it in public don’t even want no secret sex Cash only bitch you fired if you try to give me a check, yeah My blood homie wanna red bitch My loc homie wanna go fed with that head bitch Me I want a go get it and come back with the bread bitch She want your credit card fuck your bracelet and your necklace But she’ll rob for that too if you leave it out She’s a real prostitute her pussy she just leave it out Bottom line my ho ain't trying to see me without I think there’s paper round that corner ho go peep it out But I don’t love her, I love what she done for me Told the pimp police she my sister and hid my guns for me She’ll shoot it out with me if my enemies come for me Bottom bitch get what she want long as she get the funds for me, ya dig [Hook] [Verse 3: Z-RO] Homie got you walking in some white girl Fuck with me I’ll have ya looking like one of the Spice Girls Ya dead with that nigga with me your living life girl Call me the goose, says it’s time to get it right girl That ain't a thousand dollar bag that’s a backpack No gorilla pimping ain't gunna do you like cats stack That ain't a group of bad bitches that’s a rat pack Leave the broke ho’s where they at and go bring a stack back Just don’t be kissing on me find a trick and kiss him If a bitch paying you take her pussy lips and lick them A lot diamonds in his watch but his wrist dim You should fuck with me I’m really pimping Chilling with my broad and you already know When homie I don’t love her you can have that ho If you paying her money she’s coming through your front door Then it’s back to the south It’s easy row and shes giving me all the doe [Hook]