| Yeah they call me, call me
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| They call me Mr. Look So Good, so good
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| Put your money on me
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| I’m a good look, I’m a good look
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| (Put a million on me and let it ride)
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| I’m a good look, I’m a good look
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| Yeah they call me, call me
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| They call me Mr. Look So Good, so good
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| Put your money on me
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| I’m a good look, I’m a good look
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| (Put a million on me and let it ride)
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| I’m a good look, I’m a good look
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| If you wanna win, put a million on me
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| Spend it on me get your banker
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| I’m making my G’s, them niggas asleep
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| But I don’t care if they wake up
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| I got flavour for you the saviour, then I got styles with many styles
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| The rhythm, the melody, really the harmony will make 'em get up and get down
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| The music master, master the music, use it as my backup
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| So many lyrics that I spit chapters as soon as you hear it you too will be
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| captured
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| So if you wanna get some, and get your money come and get some
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| Can’t fade me, pay me, blaze me right
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| They wonder how I tend to stay alive, I do I
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| Maintain, sustain a Krayzie grind
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| I play the field so nigga I keep it real, no lie
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| I tell them just cause I muscle, hustle my ass off
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| And I turn my ringtone up loud in case the cash calls
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| When it’s time for the boss to get down, a nigga mad dog
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| Rolling fast past y’all speeding like a fast car, fast car
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| If you feel like making money and you need a good investment
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| Then you need not look no further, I’m your million dollar blessing
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| I’m moving, execution, I know how they get their leverage
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| I was dealt some bad cards but ended up with the best hand
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| No time without them dollar signs
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| If you ain’t talking 'bout no paper could you stay out of mine?
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| And don’t be tryin' test my patience, why they hate on my grind?
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| But y’all ain’t really tryna go to war
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| Been tryin' find my way and get my legend on, y’all
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| Securing the foundation, make sure it’s never gonna fall
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| Keep moving, got plenty music, I’m forever gone ball
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| So go home if you ain’t come to go hard
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| I try to tell them to put on their money on me, the others are amateurs
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| Really, we helping 'em holding 'em up, supporting them up like we bannisters
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| So ride the band wagon, tell them to pack that in their canister
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| Come spend a couple of dollars, let us live ghetto fabulous |