I Look Good

On my mama, on my hood

I look fly, I look good

Touch my swag, wish you could

I look fly, I look good

On my mama, on my hood

I look fly, I look good

Touch my swag, wish you could

I look fly, I look good

I look good, I look good, I look good, I look good

I look good, I look good, I look good, I look good

Hunnid on the neckwear, fifty on the stopwatch

Starin' at the diamonds, make you bust it, baby, hopscotch

Over here to my spot, say she wanna party

I do it big, baby, like my L.R.G

Show the Ed Hardy when I'm feelin' like a rock band

Eighty-seven jeans and white-T when on the block, man

J's still rockin', Forces still movin'

Chuck Taylor's killin', Adidas still groovin'

Locs on my face, but that's just to front

Take 'em off and show the haters when I wanna stunt

Get you high like a blunt, rollin' up the best

Fruity Pebbles got her hands rollin' up my chest

With me you don't wanna mess, can't touch my swag

Thousand dollar bandana make you throw the white flag

Get into the whip game, I'ma have to brag

Paint grain, want me to swang, bang, and make you mad, mane

On my mama, on my hood

I look fly, I look good

Touch my swag, wish you could

I look fly, I look good

I look good, I look good, I look good, I look good

I look good, I look good, I look good, I look good

Ballin' is a drug that I don't mind abusin'

Coogi on my body, Jaywalkin' in the Fusions

Hit that ATX, get it poppin' in illusions

Tell you right now, plex here, catch contusions

Cool as a fan, hot like a flame

Boy throwin' haterade on me, still ain't a stain

Double shots rang, Henn' or Patrón

Brown or that white, it all depend what you own

Shawty jockin' my cologne, Creed'll make you hurt

Three hunnid a bottle, thirty dollars for a squirt

Gotcha sweatin' out your shirt, you can get the biz

Somethin' on your mind? What it do? What it is?

Can't close your eyelids, see the fit and the fitted

Yeah, I'm guilty of ballin', but I better get acquitted

Gon' and admit it, you probably hate though

I put it in yo' face, bro, I stay throwed

On my mama, on my hood

I look fly, I look good

Touch my swag, wish you could

I look fly, I look good

I look good, I look good, I look good, I look good

I look good, I look good, I look good, I look good

Shawties in the club, yeah, I see a lotta BB

Gucci, Enyce, and B.C.B.G.

Dolce & Gabbana, ooh, I want her, mama, pardon me

Rockin' your Republic Apple Bottom in that Auden B

Slowly to some R&B, think we need some R&R

Take me to the VIP and drive me like a foreign car

Poppin' my purple label Ralph Lauren collar

Look like money, smell like dollars

Shawty look sexy, smell like Prada

Christian Louboutins, makin' hatin' hoes holla

Pop a Grey Goose bottle and let's carry on

Grip your Baby Phat, let Trojan Man carry me home

Dougie make yo' mama moan, got a Blackberry phone

Tryna catch me slidin' in her House of Deréon

Known to make the band like Sean Combs

Too fly to be shown

C-H-A-L-I-E, I'm gone, mane

On my mama, on my hood

I look fly, I look good

Touch my swag, wish you could

I look fly, I look good

I look good, I look good, I look good, I look good

I look good, I look good, I look good, I look good

On my mama, on my hood

I look fly, I look good

Touch my swag, wish you could

I look fly, I look good

I look good, I look good, I look good, I look good