Look Like

[Intro: Plies]

Bruh bruh I know a bitch be looking at me when a bitch be seeing me jumping out of these big wheels

They be seing all these diamonds on a bitch bruh bruh I know what people be saying

"God damn he look like he sell dope"

[Chorus: Plies]

Big stones round my neck VVS's hoe

Quarter million dollar whip look like I turned pro

Shirt match the shoes, don't I be styling bro?

I'll be god damned look like I sell dope

[Verse 1: Jeezy]

Blue plastic cup, with that vodka in it

Fo' door po stains with that choppa in it

Look like my Porshe been shopping it got new shoes on

It almost look good as I do with all my jewels on

Choppa cost $100 came with 50 shots

100 karat bracelet it cost me 5 blocks

New Era fitted $39.99, forty of the same ones, 39 forty times

And Jeezy's watch is fresh, denim cost half a stack

Got some [?] denim cost me half a crack

Pull out every dollar in my pocket just to buy the smoke

I'll be god damned look like I sell dope

[Chorus: Plies]

Big stones round my neck VVS's hoe

Quarter million dollar whip look like I turned pro

Shirt match the shoes, don't I be styling bro?

I'll be god damned look like I sell dope

[Verse 2: Fabolous]

Loso I still got that d-boy with me (Ay Plies what it look like homie there it go)

What up son, what it look like

Look like I sell dope, maybe this hooks right

It could be that its true, maybe I'm at it too

This Audemars on my wrist should be tatted too

I ain't selling dope baby im selling hope

You can't see that I'm a star then get your telescope

My shawty mama always looking at me sideways

I keep on pulling different cars up in her driveway

They see a nigga bread, so it might trigger feds

I tell they hatin ass to do like Biggie said:

"Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars

Then I kick a few flows so I can get a few hoes"

Loso

[Chorus: Plies]

Big stones round my neck VVS's hoe

Quarter million dollar whip look like I turned pro

Shirt match the shoes, don't I be styling bro?

I'll be god damned look like I sell dope

[Verse 3: Plies]

What's up bruh bruh, May 25th bruh

I know what the fuck you thinking I look like a drug dealer

That what my partner thinking how to wack the judge nigga Threw so much money in this bitch

Coulda bought the club nigga

And if I ever go broke I'ma rob the plug nigga

Police followin me he think I sell chickens

All these diamonds on me think they come from the kitchen

Ask me where im going told em I'm going fishin

Headed to the strip club finna catch me some bitches

12 noon im ridin quarter million dolla car

Straight hood nigga feelin like a fuckin star

Drank cognac smellin like the fuckin bar

From the looks of the watch he must be sellin boy

All dis money homie must be a d-boy

Buyin by the 2's talkin bout the fuckin joy

Fuck em by the 3's talkin bout them fuckin whores

It 2 o'clock in the evenin he must be unemployed

[Chorus: Plies]

Big stones round my neck VVS's hoe

Quarter million dollar whip look like I turned pro

Shirt match the shoes, don't I be styling bro?

I'll be god damned look like I sell dope