Justin Bieber and Migos - Looking For You
Guala! NaWhat's up Migos?
What up JB?
It's time to go to the club,
It's time to pull those toys out man let's go
Let's do it
Hey where the party at? Let's go
Where the swag? Let's roll
Yea, everywhere I go
Them girls follow na, na, na, na, na
Let everybody know that I'm here tonight
As soon as I walk in the door
Pretty lady I think I need you here in my life
If I didn't know I need you for sure
Tonight might be the night
You might mess around and fall in love with him
I might be the guy
That'll make you want to fall in love with him
Girl, what's your name, I'm happy that you came
I'm the man in this, stick with me
I can love it, everywhere around the world
Don't you know that I'll be looking for you
Is it her? Looking for you, looking for you
I'm not Paparazzi or a stalker, no na (I'll be lookin' for you)
She right in front of me looking for you, looking for you (no)
Not the feds or a cop (I'll be lookin' for you)
I got money in my pocket and I ain't afraid to spend it
It ain't a problem, baby girl when you're with it
Tell me what you wanna do, would you make a move now?
Girl you ain't gotta fight the feeling
Tell me why ? (Look at her face)
Thinkin' like you wanna have sex
Girl ain't say gotta say anymore (Say no more)
Need to know I ain't playing (I ain't playing)
Baby what are we waiting for?
Tonight might be the night (one night)
You might mess around and fall in love with him
I might be the guy
That'll make you want to fall in love and yeah
Girl, what's your name, happy that you came
I'm the man in this, stick with me I can
Love it, everywhere around the world
Don't you know that I'll be looking for you
Is it her? Looking for you, looking for you?
I'm not Paparazzi or a stalker, no! (I'll be lookin' for you)
Looking for you, looking for you
Not the feds or a cop (I'll be lookin' for you)
Bad bitches in the party, alcohol on me
Tell the waitress put the sparklers on my 20 B-T (lean!)
I asked her what's her name - got the note she said Hammer
On the way to the mattress, said she loved the Panamera
In the trap with J-B with my phone chirpin' like beepers
Mona Lisa, Anna Mae in the pot when I beat it
Take her across the country, I got plugs on the Visa
Cut your man off little mama, you don't need him
He ain't never seen a nigga like me
Hoppin' out the Chevy, step up with the minks, gold chain, Mr. T
In the summer, in the beach with the hummer, with the leather seat
Would tell you 'bout my mansion but I bet they watching me
I'm a vegetarian, all I want is some lettuce and some broccoli
Mansion out in Beverly, your bitch calling me call me your majesty
My bitch is so gorgeous, I might pay her mortgage
I run to the money like Forrest, my life is historic
Travel 'round the world like I'm in orbit
I take your bitch and dunk her like Ben Gordon
I watch her like a telescope
I beat it and kill it like I'm Lil TerRio
I got your bitch, she watching me like Tyler Perry shows (She watchin' me)
I'm young and I'm rich, riding in a Phantom Ghost
I paint a picture for niggas like Michelangelo
Tonight might be the night
You might mess around and fall in love with him
I might be the guy
That'll make you want to fall in love and yeah
Girl, what's your name, happy that you came
I'm the man in this, stick with me I can
Love it, everywhere around the world
Don't you know that I'll be looking for you
Is it her? Looking for you, looking for you?
I'm not Paparazzi or a stalker, no! (I'll be lookin' for you)
Looking for you, looking for you
Not the feds or a cop (I'll be lookin' for you)
Written by:
Justin Bieber, Kiari Cephus, Kirshnik Ball, Quavious Marshall
Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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