Z-ro - Look Good lyrics

What’s crackin ho Yeah you b**h Yeah this the same n***a that’ll sell blood to a b**h on her period, ya dig Rother Vandross Hold up touch keep your mother f**ing hands off Teddy picture gram what they got me on the weekend Well if you don’t look good then I don’t look good And that’s impossible b**h cuz I'm stunning [Hook:] If you don’t look good Then I don’t look good Now we don’t look good, that’s right If you don’t look good Then I don’t look good b**h you better bring me my cheese If you don’t look good Then I don’t look good Now we don’t look good, that’s right If you don’t look good Then I don’t look good b**h you better bring me my cheese I don’t love you Matter of fact I don’t ever think of you I can think of better sh** for me to do Like chasing a million dollars with my mother f**ing crew I miss my n***a D.J. Screw Thirty miles per hour on the freeway fool Leaning like we needed VA But I always kept my eyes open to make sure we straight Now Im the Mo City Don I got my crown homie Watch your mouth unless you wanna be underground homie If this your b**h come get her cuz once I set her down homie Then your b**h gone be my b**h all you can do is frown homie We can handle this like men or get in to gangster sh** Five deuce Hoover crip down right I’m a gangster b**h Lips, hips and finger tips make a gangster rich All these yellow, blue and black diamonds I’ve sold, thank you b**h [Hook] All I want is the money you can keep the rest Don’t give a damn about which one of ya'll freak the best Don’t want it in public don’t even want no secret s** Cash only b**h you fired if you try to give me a check, yeah My blood homie wanna red b**h My loc homie wanna go fed with that head b**h Me I want a go get it and come back with the bread b**h She want your credit card f** your bracelet and your necklace But she’ll rob for that too if you leave it out She’s a real prostitute her p**y she just leave it out Bottom line my ho ain't trying to see me without I think there’s paper round that corner ho go peep it out But I don’t love her, I love what she done for me Told the pimp police she my sister and hid my guns for me She’ll shoot it out with me if my enemies come for me Bottom b**h get what she want long as she get the funds for me, ya dig [Hook] Homie got you walking in some white girl f** with me I’ll have ya looking like one of the Spice Girls Ya dead with that n***a with me your living life girl Call me the goose, says it’s time to get it right girl That ain't a thousand dollar bag that’s a backpack No gorilla pimping ain't gunna do you like cats stack That ain't a group of bad b**hes that’s a rat pack Leave the broke ho’s where they at and go bring a stack back Just don’t be kissing on me find a trick and kiss him If a b**h paying you take her p**y lips and lick them A lot diamonds in his watch but his wrist dim You should f** with me I’m really pimping Chilling with my broad and you already know When homie I don’t love her you can have that ho If you paying her money she’s coming through your front door Then it’s back to the south It’s easy row and shes giving me all the doe [Hook]