(feat. Caz Clay) What do you think will come of that? I don't know (I don't like the look of it) [Chorus] (I don't like the look of it) When we pull up to the do' Gator shoes on 24's Haters wanna throw them 'bows and (I don't like the look of it) We do it big in every state Pick diamonds in heavy weight They say they are but really ain't and (I don't like the look of it) When they see us in the club Poppin' bottles throwin' dubs Haters tend to cuff they gurls and (I don't like the look of it) We do it in major ways Flip flop paint and major haze Pop my trunk and get them thangs if (I don't like the look of it) [Verse 1] (Wood Work) (Wood Work) I'm whippin' 26's in circles like roller rinks Paint drippin like kitchen sinks, caught real in chinchilla minks My ceiling Barnum and Bailey flippin like acrobatics Women ecstatic, just push the button it's automatic When I lay me down to sleep (Huh) Next to a superfreak Rollin' around in linen sheets, (Send her on her merry way) I'm so explicit, so egocentric blowin on BUDDHA They money is short, shrinkin' sort of like Oompa Loompas I like my crucifix, same as nigga on the rocks You thinkin' of shoplifting?, dots lookin' like chicken pox You can find me in the coop My product's on every stoop But if you hustlin' on my block (I don't like the look of it) [Chorus] [Verse 2-Caz Clay] Chevy bubble, every color Tops fall back like knuckles Chevrolet since they huggin Chinchillas on floors and buckets It's where we do it thuggin' These haters they hate to love me Comin' up like bakin' muffins Your label ain't makin nothin My cake mix is statements Shorty check my ingredients Hey the formula ain't basic, you can tell I'm a genius But they don't like the look of it Monte Carlo with the kit Women follow 24's, so I'm choppin' on 26 Keep your nose up out of it cuz it can get real Talkin' the twelve by what you've seen and I'll have you reading in braille Reason they ill, probably got somethin' to do with the paint I got it straight from Willy Wonka, and haters mad cuz they can't [Chorus] [Verse 3] Shorty gettin' paper homie That be why they hatin' on me Daily cost are frozin' phonies, (Muggin' when you see a G) What you know about my city? On the block with dubs and fifties Got that clientele increasin', (Shorty I got what you need) Pullin' up on 20 somethin's Trouble with the woofers bumpin Chokin on a purple onion, (Willy Wonka Chevrolet) Freezin from expensive pieces Heavy starch and denim creases Rock 3 on my white Adidas, (Diamonds in my Cartier) I spit that wizzardry Magic is so exquisitly Vividly I'm a misery Suckas wanna diminish me Damnit you pimpin all in me Propers keep your apology Swagger ghetto like Willy D. Haters don't like the look of me [Chorus]