You Lookin Like

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
You look like you ain't used to having thangs, playa
Stay on your grind, even if you slanging caine, playa
I'm on your mind, realise we ain't the same, playa
I'm rich, bitch, [?] change, playa
My shine keep such a gleem, you think it's [?]
[?] old six rings, playa
I know y'all hate, 'cause of how I lock the game [?]
I know y'all hate me, 'cause of how we lock the game [?]

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
[?] homie, the bottom, homie
[?] don't want no problems, homie
[?] and I got them on me
[?] can show you how to solve them, homie
Sick up in the head, that's why I do what I do
I put it down harder than everyone of you
My rhymes so major, I smash motherfuckers [?] everytime I come through
My money kinda sick now [?]
I cop an exotic from other lands, nigga
[?] quarter mill [?] stuff it in [?] show you motherfuckers how to represent, nigga
[?] motherfuckers really need to chill
Cross the line, and watch a nigga get killed
Paul Wall, you know I'm coming to see you
[?] diamonds all on my grill
I'm international, exuse my [?]
Hood nigga, now I fuck [?] bitches
My chick's better than your's, excuse my misses
And the bitch'll set you up, and watch you die, nigga
Motherfuckers better look at this here
If you really know, you better get it straight
[?] everytime I come through, y'all better knowI'm all about that cake
Look, don't get it confused, homie
I [?] off you later
Whatever you prefer, in the meantime, I'ma get that [?] paper
And the way that we apply pressure
You should really respect my grind
Plus I'm here to inspire the hood, til you get your own, respect my shine

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
You look like you ain't used to having thangs, playa
Stay on your grind, even if you slanging caine, playa
I'm on your mind, realise we ain't the same, playa
I'm rich, bitch, [?] change, playa
My shine keep such a gleem, you think it's [?]
[?] old six rings, playa
I know y'all hate, 'cause of how I lock the game [?]
I know y'all hate me, 'cause of how we lock the game [?]

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
I post up on the block, and punch that clock, it's grind time
Accumulating them paper stacks, baby, I'm out here tryna shine
Nickle and dime, every penny
I'm grinding hard, til I'm in the dirt
I ain't never had me no handout, I earned my stripes, I put in work
Now hoes boppin, 'cause I'm the shit
Breaking bread and pimpin slabs
Sleeping dripping wet candy paint, wood grain steal wheel I grab
Boys know I'm a paper chaser, just fucking hoes in [?]
With platnom teeth all on my jaw, open mouth [?]
I came up from the very bottom
[?] climb the latter, ain't grinding slow
Representing that Swisha House, it's Paul Wall, baby, now you know
Head to toe, I'm [?] drip
Iced out, so off the chain
I'm getting money, I can't complain
A hustler's dream, I'm having thangs