You Lookin’ Like

Lyrics

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes] You look like you ain't used to having thangs, playa Stay on your grind, even if you slanging caine, playa I'm on your mind, realise we ain't the same, playa I'm rich, bitch, [?] change, playa My shine keep such a gleem, you think it's [?] [?] old six rings, playa I know y'all hate, 'cause of how I lock the game [?] I know y'all hate me, 'cause of how we lock the game [?] [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] [?] homie, the bottom, homie [?] don't want no problems, homie [?] and I got them on me [?] can show you how to solve them, homie Sick up in the head, that's why I do what I do I put it down harder than everyone of you My rhymes so major, I smash motherfuckers [?] everytime I come through My money kinda sick now [?] I cop an exotic from other lands, nigga [?] quarter mill [?] stuff it in [?] show you motherfuckers how to represent, nigga [?] motherfuckers really need to chill Cross the line, and watch a nigga get killed Paul Wall, you know I'm coming to see you [?] diamonds all on my grill I'm international, exuse my [?] Hood nigga, now I fuck [?] bitches My chick's better than your's, excuse my misses And the bitch'll set you up, and watch you die, nigga Motherfuckers better look at this here If you really know, you better get it straight [?] everytime I come through, y'all better knowI'm all about that cake Look, don't get it confused, homie I [?] off you later Whatever you prefer, in the meantime, I'ma get that [?] paper And the way that we apply pressure You should really respect my grind Plus I'm here to inspire the hood, til you get your own, respect my shine [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] You look like you ain't used to having thangs, playa Stay on your grind, even if you slanging caine, playa I'm on your mind, realise we ain't the same, playa I'm rich, bitch, [?] change, playa My shine keep such a gleem, you think it's [?] [?] old six rings, playa I know y'all hate, 'cause of how I lock the game [?] I know y'all hate me, 'cause of how we lock the game [?] [Verse 2: Paul Wall] I post up on the block, and punch that clock, it's grind time Accumulating them paper stacks, baby, I'm out here tryna shine Nickle and dime, every penny I'm grinding hard, til I'm in the dirt I ain't never had me no handout, I earned my stripes, I put in work Now hoes boppin, 'cause I'm the shit Breaking bread and pimpin slabs Sleeping dripping wet candy paint, wood grain steal wheel I grab Boys know I'm a paper chaser, just fucking hoes in [?] With platnom teeth all on my jaw, open mouth [?] I came up from the very bottom [?] climb the latter, ain't grinding slow Representing that Swisha House, it's Paul Wall, baby, now you know Head to toe, I'm [?] drip Iced out, so off the chain I'm getting money, I can't complain A hustler's dream, I'm having thangs