Lookie - Nya Lee

Take No Lookie

Got the Whole world tryna book me

Me no rookie I need 40 Just to pull up to the party

Hermes Links

Ice Blue Mink

Bought another one in pink

Og Stink

Waiting patiently for commas switch the bank

Cause I got bank

I don’t think you know

Who you niggas is fucking wit

Im dying kid

I’m fucking dying here

Cause you’s a funny bitch

My money flip

I’m Talking hundy’s bitch

I bet your honey dip

That Brooklyn Shit

We Rowdy Rebin' shit

I hit the schmoney dance

Nya Lee Yea

Mula Ahh yea

Call up to the holy scripture nigga

Im a god yea

Don’t come to my city lacking nigga

Homicide yea

Beads on all my bitches neck

But ain’t no Mardi gras here

Jesus we need help

Misdirection and I blame all these prescriptions

Daddy missing momma tripping

Make for one hell of a system

I need distance

Fuck That I need wisdom

Got a nigga but he not around

So boy lets make it simple

Nya Lee

Everywhere I step Im lit I’m Billy jean

My pen game put me on the scene

Ain’t put in my grind boy fuck you mean

You saw that dream

Back when Chyna and kiyanna was on the team

Had the s550 Benzo

And the seats was cretonne

I moved on from lean

Trapping on the scene

On to finer things all designer bling

Avianne rings

Eliante links

Circa in my drink

Black excellence aye

Came from section 8 now my section waved

Take a look at the munfuckin rookie

With the whole world in my hands if I crush it ya’ll got' die damn