That's What I'm Looking For

Brat
 Hey JD, why you be saying oh, oh
 Is that like flossin' shit?
 You just like walk in and so people say
 "Oh shit, it's him"
 Bounce to this, come on
 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, shit
 That's what I'm looking for
 Where my Rolley 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
 I get high, get mine
 I like a thug in my life to get by
 That's why I spit shine the pussy
 'Til it get tight and fine
 He push me over to the other side
 If he act right he could hit it from behind
 We can bump and grind all night 'till we reach a climax
 Make sure you leave a phat sack for Brat
 Till you come back for more
 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, pave the road
 Unfadable, capable to save your hoe
 Wherever I go, stack dough
 I'm looking for a nigga roll, that ain't broke
 If it's time to lick of shots he don't choke
 Even know how to flip cocaine and when the funds is low
 For the show stopper, this for the know nadas
 Shit get mo' hotter, nigga holla my name
 They follow me when I drivin' the range
 And wait for me to finish performing backstage
 Never have a nigga yawning
 When they keep up with the shorty
 Weed pumping as strong as me
 Gotta be the ball-all-night type
 I like it every minute when he charmin' me
 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, shit
 That's what I'm looking for
 Where my Rolley 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
 Stretch out your arms, flip out your wrists
 Let me see what to hit for
 I'm fixing to know if you can afford to cop
 A couple of dem thangs for your girl to rock
 When we stepping in the door we killing? em
 Let the heads know we ain't feeling them
 Or affiliated with them
 I glisten and glow, 38 caliber go pop
 Niggas that wanna show off, don't just stop
 My soldier's not having 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, am I goin' back? Nope
 Need to know how to surround a bitch with stability
 Get down, bitches, if he feel 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 with some other nigga 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
 And in the drawer when he find his underwear
 I keep a fresh do rag in his hair
 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, shit
 That's what I'm looking for
 Where my Rolley 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
 That's what I'm looking for
 That's what I'm looking for
 That's what I'm looking for
 That's what I'm looking for