Who’s Looking

Lyrics

[Intro: CJ FLY] And if I ain't have it, I don't think anyone would call me and I'll feel so alone But if I ain't have it people would hit me up to see if they could get a loan And if I ain't have it, I don't think anyone would call me and I'll feel so alone But if I ain't have it people would hit me up to see if they could get a loan [Chorus: Kevin Ross] I got too many problems so far Baby needs new shoes and she need a new car They say he's a fool and his money subpar Every time I move all I see is hands out They take my money, yeah (She just take your money then she) Just take my money (They just take your money then they fly away) Now who's lookin' for a hand out [Verse 1: IDK] Yeah, I just got seven hunnid from my last show But if I put it in my bank I'ma asshole My girl's tellin' me she wants to get her nails done And plus she need a couple dollars 'till her check come The fact is I'm lucky I lack kids 'Cause if that was the case my ass would admit That I'm not rich, I'm as average as gets But the fact is I'm sorta famous And yeah that's the reason for all this stuntin' Faking and all this bluffin' The reason I'm gettin' paid for shows but having nothin' It's crazy, I'm really trying to be more Jay-Z But more MC Hammer is what I've been on lately Or Wesley, IRS cannot touch me Or test me, is what I think every time that the letter come I'm staring at it 'bout to open up 'Till my girl call and she need a dub Bitch whaaa? [Chorus: Kevin Ross] I got too many problems so far Baby needs new shoes and she need a new car They say he's a fool and his money subpar Every time I move all I see is hands out They take my money, yeah (She just take your money then she) Just take my money (They just take your money then they fly away) Now who's lookin' for a hand out [Verse 2: Kevin Ross] I got school loans, credit cards and bill collectors Debt so deep it wouldn't matter which foot you step with Underpaid the overhead is too depressin' Champaign for the pain too drown out all this flexin' We in Vegas fuck all that scratch to win Tax is sin Time to flip up the mattresses Backpack the Benz full of the ratchets Take 'em on trips don't even know what an atlas is Caviar, caviar for the stars you charge the visa Ridin' down Sunset Boulevard lookin' for my Mona Lisa, yeah I'll be broke goin' out like this Finna be like Eddie Kane singin' nights like this Devil after my soul He say sign right here The ink dries and the chains appear, damn [Chorus: Kevin Ross] I got too many problems so far (I'm so tired of these people [?]) Baby needs new shoes and she need a new car They say he's a fool and his money subpar Every time I move all I see is hands out They take my money, yeah (She just take your money then she) Just take my money (They just take your money then they fly away) Now who's lookin' for a hand out [Verse 3: IDK] Ok, fuck you, fuck that, fuck rap, this check I ain't makin' shit yet But they tryin' to inject Their problems into my life They don't even think twice They don't even give a fuck, they just tryin' to get a buck Uncle Sam fuck you Sally eat a dick too Took 64 credits Didn't even get to Didn't even get a job Made my own company Word go to DMX What these bitches want from me What these bitches want from me What my friends want from me What my fam want from me Oh I know, money Cool, where your business plan? I need a proposal Cause if you want a hand out That is what I won't do [Outro: Brain Arsinal] Mr. Mills Brain Arsinal again Look, all jokes aside, things are getting pretty serious on this end. You have a tax link, you know what that means? It means fuck all your other bills you owe, this shit is more important. You could be looking at jail time. Young chocolate niggas like us, we don't last long in jail bro. Not sure how well you can fight, but not even Bruce Lee could keep twenty niggas outta his ass. You get raped in jail, you can kiss your street cred goodbye. Ain't no hood nigga gonna bump your shit if you get raped over tax money. Think about your butthole Mr. Mills. Call us back