That's What I'm Looking For-DaBrat/Da Brat/Missy Elliott/Jermaine Dupri

Brat Hey JD, why you be saying oh, oh Is that like flossin' sh*t? You just like walk in and so people say "Oh sh*t, 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 w**d When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, sh*t 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 ni**a 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 p**sy '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 ni**a roll, that ain't broke If it's time to lick of shots he don't choke Even know how to flip coc*ine and when the funds is low For the show stopper, this for the know nadas Sh*t get mo' hotter, ni**a holla my name They follow me when I drivin' the range And wait for me to finish performing backstage Never have a ni**a yawning When they keep up with the shorty W**d 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 w**d When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, sh*t 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 ni**a 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 b**ch with stability Get down, b**ches, if he feel me, rich now I can't afford to sit down, get bored if We got hits out ni**a need big clout Don't crowd my space if we dip out Running with some other ni**a face he don't trip out Never leave the house without w**d 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 w**d When it's time to go down they ain't scared to freak, sh*t 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 ni**a 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