Chalie Boy - I Look Good lyrics

[Chorus: Chalie Boy] On My Momma (Momma) On My Hood (Hood) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) Touch My Swag (Swag) Wish You Could (Could) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) x9 [Verse 1: Chalie Boy] Hundred on a neck ware Fifty on a stop-watch Stare'in at the diamonds make ya bust it baby, hop-scotch Over here to my spot Say she wanna party I do it big baby like my L.R.G Show the Ed Hardy When I'm feeling like a rock band Eighty-seven jeans and white-T when on the block man J's still rocking Forces still moving Chuck Taylor´s k**ing Adidas still grooving Locs on my face But that´s just the front Take em off and show the haters when I wanna stunt Get´cha high like a blunt Rolling up the best Fruity Pebbles got a hands rolling up my chest With me you don´t wanna mess mayne touch my (swag) Thousand dolla bandanna make ya throw the white (flag) Get into the whip game Momma had the bread Paint grain woman this swang thang make ya mad Mayne! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Chalie Boy] Ballin´ is a drug That I don´t mind abusing Gucci on my body Jay walking in the fusions Hit the La-Tex get it poppin´ in the illusions Tell ya right now plex-c catch contusions Cool as a fan Hot like a flame Boys throw a Haterade on me still ain´t his thang Double shots rain Hand on Patron Round of that white and all the depend what´cha own Shawty jocking my cologne Creed, it´ll make ya hurt Three hundred a bottle Thirty dollars for a squirt Got´cha sweating out´cha shirt You can get the biz Sumthin´ on ya mind What it do what it is Can´t close your eye lids See the fit in the fiddy Yup guilty I´m ballin´ but I better get acquitted Gone in a minute Probably hate though I put it in ya face bro I stay throwed Oh My Momma (Momma) On My Hood (Hood) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) Touch My Swag (Swag) Wish You Could (Could) I Look Fly (Yeah) I Look Good (Good) x9 [Verse 3: Chalie boy] Shawty´s in the club yeah See a lot of BB Gucci and Niche and B.C.B.G Dolce & Gabbana oh I want em I´m a pardon me Rocking your Republic Apple Bottom in that Marten-V Slowly to some R&B Think we need some R&R Take me to the V.I.P. and drive me like a foreign car Poppin my purple label Ralph Lauren collar Look like money Smell like dollars Shawty look s**y Smell like Prada Christian Louboutin make ya hating hoes holla Pop a Grey Goose bottle And let´s carry on Grip ya baby fat back Trojan me carry me home Thuggin´ make ya momma moan Got a Blackberry phone Try´na catch me sliding in a hostel-dairion Ya make the band like Sean Cole Two fly to be shown C.H.A.L.I.E. I´m gone Mayne! [Chorus]