Whatchya Lookin At?

[Hook 1]

Whatchya lookin' at?

What, whatchya lookin' at?

What, whatchya lookin' at?

What, whatchya lookin' at?

What? You think I'm blind, boo?

I see that phone in your hands,

Tryin' to take a pic of me and my friends.

We're just tryin' to have a girls' night out;

Can't stand when a dude get up on me sayin',

“I'm your biggest fan!”

Rollin' hot, shakin' our bodies.

Drip, drip, pour Bacardis.

Slurrin' words

With my girls.

Run and shake,

It's Lupe's world!

I need a real man;

Respect my independence.

Make my own paper,

And I spend it how I spend it.

[Hook 2]

All that you want

Is the chance to take me home.

I'm sorry!

All out of love,

'Cuz you ain't my man

And I ain't your baby!

[Hook 1]

What?

You think I haven't heard that pick-up line before?

“Oh, you musta fell from heaven!”

Dude, I hear it every time I'm out the door.

All eyes on me, like a star.

Tryin' to pick me up

When you're in your mama's car?

Sippin' that bub,

Burnin' the club,

Color me up.

You just a scrub.

I don't got time,

You ain't my type.

I could be wrong,

But I know that I'm right.

I need a real man;

Respect my independence.

Make my own paper,

Can't afford me; I'm expensive.

[Hook 2] x 2

[Hook 1] x 2

We shake our bodies,

Make the guys go crazy.

Whatchya lookin' at?

What, whatchya lookin' at?

Go call your girlfriend,

'Cuz I ain't your baby.

Whatchya lookin' at?

What, whatchya lookin' at?

[Hook 2] x 3

• Artist:The Ex Girlfriends