Look At Me (feat. Juvenile, BG, Lil' Wayne & Birdman)

Bitch!

What's happenin'? What's happenin'?

You got to love this here, nigga

My boys, my Hot Boys

Juve and Jeezy

'Bout to lace this game nigga (aha, aha)

Do it the way we do it with E-4-0 Charlie Hustle

Look, I went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches

Stealin' niggas cars to TV's in Expeditions

Thuggin' is how I play it every day all day

I keep it all the way real I can't see it no other way

I represent mines, Hot Boys

Slip up my whole click rides, get shot, boy

That's how it go, we straight do or die, we checkmate ho niggas

Then come where yo' momma lay down and kick in the do' nigga

(Juvenile! Juvenile! Juvenile!)

Let's get this shit cracklin'

My probation officer's gonna know what happened

Stay out the way I'm H-O-T and 'bout that action

Hooded up with them slugs and face-maskin', camouflage fashion (boo, boo, boo, boo)

I'm all about that luxury (luxury), I'm also 'bout

Puttin 50 in yo' head boy if you thinkin' 'bout fuckin' me

I'mma be here fo' a minute (what else?), you gotta respect it (uh-huh)

There's a lot of niggas out here gettin' killed to accept it (bitch!)

Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (look at me!)

Squattin' 20 inch Twinkies (look at me!)

I'm like that, it's like that (what?)

I'm like that, it's like that (look at me!)

Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (look at me!)

Squattin' 20 inch Twinkies (look at me!)

I'm like that, it's like that (what?)

I'm like that, it's like that (look at me!)

Charlie Hustle loaded in the fast lane, drivin' slow

With a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass ho

Squattin' four times ga-uh gold Zenith wides and vogues

'Bout snuffin' down, right next to me, is the call from the frogs

Uh - sound system on bloo-blam-blam

Puffin' on the doobie almost grubbed, dang it burnt in my lap (burnt in my lap)

Smokin' trees with the window up (windows up)

Traffic backed up, middle finger up

I don't associate or surround myself with C.I.'s

Confidential Informants snitches affidavits stool pigeons

Marks simple Simon sucker sap simps I be kickin' it real tough

With the, P.I.'s, hustlers, tycoons

Gangsters killers that might not even look like

With trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of Benzes

Player type individuals, thugged out times a thousand

Those nigga-ish nigga roles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires

New millennium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs

House parties strip joints gamblin' shacks and hole in the wall clubs (bitch!)

Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (look at me!)

Squattin' 20 inch Twinkies (look at me!)

I'm like that, it's like that (what?)

I'm like that, it's like that (look at me!)

Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (look at me!)

Squattin' 20 inch Twinkies (look at me!)

I'm like that, it's like that (what?)

I'm like that, it's like that (look at me!)

Man, it's like neighborhood shit with a gangster bitch

So get yo' paper straight nigga and go and buy some shit

TV's inside when I ride bitch

And I'ma hide these hoes behind limo tints

Fulfill my dreams I'm a rich bitch

And when I hit yo' hood I'ma blind a bitch

Shine, tape sellin' got me buyin' shit

Dyin', gon' be here past 99, slick

Rewind, these hoes back to time slick

So nigga slap that bitch, bat that batch

Kick her in the ass and tell that ho Hot Boy in this bitch

So nigga fuck that bitch, tell her suck yo' dick

Now, now

Here come the youngest (youngest), Wayne (Wayne), you can call me Weezy (Weezy)

Flyin up the interstate in a Lamborghini ('ghini)

Police right behind me, I'm drivin too fast

I pull over on the grass, they want my autograph (skrrt, what?)

I flipped off ki's, I get my G's

I spit my three's if you twist my cheese

I'm duckin' white sheets and I avoid the Feds

If you think that you can stop us, boy go ahead (bitch!)

Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (look at me!)

Squattin' 20 inch Twinkies (look at me!)

I'm like that, it's like that (what?)

I'm like that, it's like that (look at me!)

Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie (look at me!)

Squattin' 20 inch Twinkies (look at me!)

I'm like that, it's like that (what?)

I'm like that, it's like that (look at me, bitch!)

E-Feezy and the HB's in this motherfucker man (the Hot Boys)

Juvenile (Bosco) you heard about me

The B.G. (uh-huh) the number one stun'na (uh-huh, uh-huh)

Baby 32 Gold ya heard me?

The Bay Area, and the U-P-T (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)

We connected nigga, you gotta respect it

It's off the heezy

Uhh, uhh (what? Bitch!)