Plies - Look Like (feat. Young Jeezy & Fabolous) lyrics

[Plies talking:] Bruh bruh I know a b**h be looking at me when a b**h be seeing me jumping out of these big wheels They be seing all these diamonds on a b**h bruh bruh I know what people be saying "God damn he look like he sell dope" [Hook:] 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 [Young 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 j**els 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 [Hook 2x:] [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 n***a bread, so it might trigger feds I tell they hatin a** 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 [Hook 2x:] [Plies:] What's up bruh bruh, May 25th bruh I know what the f** you thinking I look like a drug dealer That what my partner thinking how to wack the judge n***a Threw so much money in this b**h Coulda bought the club n***a And if I ever go broke I'ma rob the plug n***a 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 b**hes 12 noon im ridin quarter million dolla car Straight hood n***a feelin like a f**in star Drank cognac smellin like the f**in 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 f**in joy f** em by the 3's talkin bout them f**in who*es It 2 o'clock in the evenin he must be unemployed [Hook]