"Whatcha Lookin' At" lyrics

[The Finest:]
Shawty look good
I be lookin' at her
I'm the man homie, if you ain't here
Walk up in the room, I can feel it when they stare
When they stare
Whatcha starin' at?
Yeah, I know it look good
Whatcha starin' at?
Yeah, I know it look good
Whatcha starin' at?
Yeah, I know it look good
Seven days a week, man, she call me sir

You can call me a swag, I'ma go by guap
And I know you see it, kinda like I'm Yung Joc
Gettin' money by the minute, kinda like a tick-tock
Talkin' money or the sex, man, you know I'm on top
See the girls say, "Hey," they know I'ma star
Bottles of Patron, dog, we buyin' out the bar
Pull up to the club, paint clean on the car
Chain on the shine, clear diamonds up the par
But my crew U-R
See my name, J.C
True Religion on the frame, top Ed Hardy
So let's party, hit the back of the VIP
Pop Goose, throw money, now you owe me
'Cause I know I got swagger like a rockstar
Cool, clean look, sound like a popstar
You in the cut like a Band-Aid be
For the girls, know your man hate me
'Cause I see

[The Finest and Max B:]
Shawty look good
I be lookin' at her
I'm the man homie, if you ain't here (Ain't here)
Walk up in the room, I can feel it when they stare
When they stare (Stare)
Whatcha starin' at?
Yeah, I know it look good (Look good)
Whatcha starin' at?
Yeah, I know it look good (Good)
Whatcha starin' at?
Yeah, I know it look good (Good)
Seven days a week, man, she call me sir

[Max B:]
They say I sound good (Good)
They say I look nice, I laid the groundwork
I be laying the pipe (Pipe)
I be laying it right (Right)
Tonight, mami took her shirt off, then she took her skirt off
Yeah, squirter, do it how you like
Let me drench you in the wave, babe (Babe)
Bigga, you paid, got the nice shit
Space cars, I never had to breeze (Breeze)
I leave it to my baby-mom
Niggas, want to test me
Ain't it 'cause I'm blessed B? (Blessed)
I never let them stress me
Never let them, text me, call me (Never)
They even tried to blackball me but I bypassed like surgery (Surgery)
Murder in the third degree, burglary
Couple tier threes of CT, where Fergie be
Get me Burgundy, get me silver, better yet get me all black
Biggavelli, he all that
Oww

[The Finest:]
Shawty look good
I be lookin' at her
I'm the man homie, if you ain't here
Up in the room, I can feel it when they stare
When they stare
Whatcha starin' at?
Yeah, I know it look good
Whatcha starin' at?
Yeah, I know it look good
Whatcha starin' at?
Yeah, I know it look good
Seven days a week, man, she call me sir

[Wiz Khalifa:]
It's young Wiz
Oh yes, I stay fresh, you know I'ma good look
I got my Taylors on and my 38 Crooks
Not for mistaking
Got something waiting for them niggas out hatin'
That's on the good book
I'm looking for a buss down with some good jug
An independent bitch, dress sharp and look hood
Took her to the side, so we ain't nothing to it
And later she said "Name anything and I'll do it"
I do it like a boss, so I'm broke
Ed Hardy on the frames, I'm a dog on the moes
Got a bottle in my hand, blunt full of dro
Ask my name, but you already know
I'm young, call me Wizzle that Khalifa gang
Feel like I got on that championship chain
I keep it pimping, I don't fuck with lames
Walk up in and make a whole club sing
Yeah

[The Finest:]
Shawty look good
I be lookin' at her (Yes, yes)
I'm the man homie, if you ain't here (You ain't here, you ain't here)
Up in the room, I can feel it when they stare (Keep starring, keep starring)
When they stare (See you stare, see you stare, baby)
Whatcha starin' at?
Yeah, I know it look good (Yeah, yeah)
Whatcha starin' at?
Yeah, I know it look good (Yeah, yeah)
Whatcha starin' at?
Yeah, I know it look good
Seven days a week, man, she call me sir

The Finest in the club, everybody turn heads
We ain't about this hatin', boy, we all about this bread (Bread)
Remember what I said (Said), now let me get my drink on
Pop a couple bottles, find a dime and get my freak on
My swag is killing them, it's hard to ignore (Ignore)
Raise my hand high and my presence gets the roar
My money weighing heavy, got my pockets feeling sore (Sore)
Ladies take a look at me, I could take you on a world tour (Tour)
And when I'm done, you're gonna want some more (More)
I gotta cop the swag when I'm walking right through them doors
Your body's is gonna soar and take off like a plane
Seven days a week, and we always on a game
So what's your name (Name), sexy?
Can I take you to the back room, touch you on your tan lines? (Tan lines)
I'll pull you up like a shot at the bar
When I'm done, you'll just hop in my car
You dig, you dig?

Shawty look good
I be lookin' at her
I'm the man homie, if you ain't here
Walk up in the room, I can feel it when they stare
When they stare
Whatcha starin' at?
Yeah, I know it look good
Whatcha starin' at?
Yeah, I know it look good
Whatcha starin' at?
Yeah, I know it look good
Seven days a week, man, she call me sir