[Intro]
Ah, here we go
Shake it down, uh
Yeah

[Chorus]
Look at you, look at me
Look at you, look at me
Look at you (I'm seeing you), look at me (You looking good)
Look at you (Do it, girl), look at me (Do it)
Look at you (Do it), look at me (Do it)
Look at you (Do it), look at me (I'm seeing you)
Look at you (Do it), look at me (You looking good)
Look at you (Do it), look at me (Do it)
Look at you (Do it), look at me

[Verse 1]
Come on, uh
You remind me of my Range
Lambskin seat covers, brothers, get your change
Get ya dame, 'cause she want the n***as with the frames, with the change
N***a Man, sick with the bang (Uh)
Shit been the same since '86 and Kane
Get your main bitch, itchin' to give me brains
And they say that's why we hold fifths
See me four wheelin', roll over the whole building
Chrome killin' em', twenty inches, the whole Dill width
I'm so ill with it, so Dill with it (Hoo)
I be Prada'd out, without a doubt, ha
Spot em' out, wildin' out, we wildin' out, uh
Ladies, let me see you do it like, uh (Hoo)
You look at me, yeah
[Chorus]
Look at you (Feel it, yeah), look at me (I'm seeing you)
Look at you (You're doing it), look at me (Do it)
Look at you (Do it), look at me (Do it)
Look at you (Do it), look at me (You looking good)
Look at you (I'm seeing you), look at me (Do it)
Look at you (Do it), look at me (Do it)
Look at you (Do it), look at me (Come on, uh)
Look at you, look at me (Check it out)
Look at you, look at me (Uh)
Look at you (Yeah), look at me (Uh, come on)

[Verse 2]
This is for my bitches with cars of they own (Ha)
This is for my n***as with the bars of chrome
All bitch n***as, leave your little cars at home
Stay there, Detroit n***as don't play fair, son (Uh-uh)
Chickens be trickin' to get they hair done
Yeah, son, it's nare one
These n***as spark shit, I'm on some Biz Mark shit like
Can you feel it? (Feel it) 'Cause nothing can save ya
'Cause this is the season for stackin' your paper
My clique is the reason you're tuckin' ya chain up (Tuck it)
'Cause when you fuckin wit' this, you fuckin wit' danger
You see me up in the Range and I got a gang of n***as (Uh)
That be runnin' wit' things and guns to bang ya (Uh)
They be runnin' wit' things, got guns to bang ya (Come on)
'Cause when you fuckin' with this, you fuckin' with danger
[Outro]
When you see me do it (I'm seeing you), I do it to do it
When you see me do it, I do it to do it (Check it out, y'all)
When you see me do it, I do it to do it (2000, J Dilla)
Look at you (Do it), I do it to do it (Frank n Dank, Jay Iceberg in that shit)
Look at you (Do it), I do it to do it (Yeah, these twenty-inch motherfuckin' rims, yeah)
Look at you (Do it), look at me (You lookin' good)
Look at you (Do it), look at me (Do it)
(I feel you up in the magazines say, "Yeah, fuck it, I'm doing it badass," yeah, yeah)
I'm seeing you, do it, do it
Uh, do it, do it
Uh, do it, you lookin' good
Do it, you doing it