[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