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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

(Maximum volume)

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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 bitch

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 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, 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

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