Looks

[Verse 1] She keep givin' me looks I can't stop them eyes from givin' me looks Don't let me lie to you, girl, I looked All you gotta do is make that look [Chorus] Soon as you close the door, turn the lights off You know what it's hittin' for, girl, I might just Give you what that nigga don't, oh, oh So just close the door, clothes come off, oh, oh [Verse 2] Bein' honest, just bein' honest I like the way you're bein' honest, let's keep it honest You got them lips like Keke Palmer, like Keke palm it That physical, that education, I go P.E. on it, I'm so on it, yeah No procrastination, hit the hard top, hard top Then you know I'm dealin' with them mattaz, mattaz Let you know you dealing with a shotta, shotta That's that type of shit that shouldn't shock ya [Chorus] Soon as you close the door, turn the lights off You know what it's hittin' for, girl, I might just Give you what that nigga don't, oh, oh So just close the door, clothes come off, oh, oh, baby [Verse 3] Uh, oh-oh You got a nigga, but I know he need to step up, and I I got a girl, but you know I need a better shawty Oh, oh, now, now baby, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ain't with the playin', I got money to spend And uh, you got somebody, baby, we got a good thing, yeah, yeah Let the frame down When I beat that pussy up, you wanna lay down And I wanna roll, I'm smokin' Backwoods in the cut She know what it's hittin' for, and it was up [Chorus] That's when them shirts come off, shirts come off I don't wanna see you smoke, see you smoke Got your back against the wall, close the door We don't wanna say it's wrong, but it's wrong [Interlude] Yeah, I got you Yeah Uh, yeah [Verse 4] Maybe I've been missin' Maybe I've been dippin', maybe I've been dippin' Maybe the excuse that I done gotten way too busy for you hoes is gettin' true And I ain't got the time to kick it with you Listen, she was with me last Thanksgivin' Uh, should've been with my sister on Christmas Uh, but instead, I was kickin' it out with Paris She flew down Lira Galore and oh boy, what an interest Kells, you 'member that winter? Wait, we made too much money in November Uh, shit got way too sunny, it's kind of funny It wasn't long 'fore we started fillin' all the slugs for December Damn, my nigga, we on the tour bus Steppin' out the House of Blues, where was your bus? Where are Zoe and Josh now that I done got way too famous And successful for you to afford us? Wow, my life has just gotten gorgeous Five star meals on islands, the sand's scorchin' Started fuckin' this girl and she lands scores and movies So you might see me poppin' like Lance Gordon Shout them bitches down to take a chance for me Take me to the club and spend some bands on me Take me to the club and buy a dance on me Shit, it's crazy Show these niggas I can paint the picture Y'all don't deserve to get this paper with me You wasn't hoppin' out the cable with me Broke down Civic, parkin' in Camp David with me Back when I would have to pick a playback Then drop that nigga off on the way back Then called Johan because me and Gudda been arguin' all day long about who gettin' that A-flat We used to go hard 'bout them little sessions I learned to appreciate all the little blessings Secluded environments and the little sections You gotta understand how to feel blessings Look at this lifestyle, look at how we livin', nigga, right now Look at all these bitches that wouldn't even type a message to us Now we sayin' they ain't our type now Story goes, that's how the tables turned