Chorus:
Where my rag wearing soldiers that
Love to watch the dough stack
Never leave the house without their strap
That's what I'm looking for
They know just what a woman need
Keep a big bank roll and a bag of weed
When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak
That's what I'm looking for
Where my Roley wearing thugs who
Claim they don't love you
But any time you want something done they do it
That's what I'm looking for
The ball all night type
Frontin' screamin' thug life
That's the type of nigga I like
That's what I'm looking for
Verse 1:
I get high, get mine
I like a thug in my life to get by
This is why I spit shine the pussy
Till it get tight and bind
He push me over to the other side
If he act right he can hit it from behind
And we can bump all night 'til we reach a climax
Make sure you leave a fat sack for Brat
'Til you come back for mo'
Six pack surrounding my belly hole it's tight
You ain't gotta tell me
So So Def is the way that I flow
Made to blow, played the role, unfadable
Capable to save your hoe
Wherever I go, stack dough
I'm looking for a nigga roll, that ain't broke
If its time to lick of shots he don't choke
Even know how to flip coke
And ready to let the punches blow
For the show stopper, this is for the no knotters
Shit get mo' hotter
Nigga holla my name
They follow me when I'm drivin' the Range
And wait for me to finish performing backstage
Never have a nigga yawning
You think he fucking with Sean
Weed pumping as strong as me
Gotta be the ball all night type, I like it
I admit it when he charming me
Chorus
Verse 2:
Stretch out your arms, uh
Flip out your wrists
Let me see what it hit for
I'm fixing to know if you can afford to cop
A couple of them thangs for your girl to rock
When we steppin' in the door we killing ‘em
Let the heads know we ain't feelin' them
Or affiliated wit 'em
I glisten and glow
38 karat, my gold pipe
Niggas that wanna show off, don't just stop
My soldier's not havin' that
I'm looking for a thug that'll kill for Brat
And make million dollar deals for Brat
And pay some of the bills for Brat
And just chill for Brat
Watch dough stack
Been broke an' I'm not going back
Nope
Need to know how to surround a bitch with stability
Get down
Bitches they be feelin' me, rich now
I can't afford to sit down
Get bored if we got hits out
Nigga need big clout
Don't crowd my space if we dip out
Running in some other nigga's face, he don't trip out
Never leave the house without weed and a glock
Even got keys to the spot to drop the PO Box
An' in the drawer where he find his underwear
I keep a fresh do rag for his hair
Chorus
That's what I'm looking for
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