☆ Justin_Bieber_Been_You

Feat. Migos, Takeoff & Offset

(Intro)
Guala
What’s up Migos?
What up JB, it’s time to go to the club
Time to pull those toys out man (skeet)
Let’s do it

(Verse: Justin Bieber)
Hey where the party at? Let’s go
Let’s ride, let’s roll
Yea, everywhere I go
Them girls follow
Na, na, na, na
Let everybody know that I’m here tonight
As soon as I walk in the door
Pretty lady I think I need you in my life
In fact I know I need you for sure

(Pre-Hook)
Tonight might be the night
You might mess around and fall in love
And I might be the guy
That’ll make you want to fall in love with him
Girl, what’s your name, happy that you came
I’m the man in this, stick with me, and gain love
Everywhere around the world
I’ll be looking for you

(Hook)
Is it her? Lookin’ for you, lookin’ for you
I’m not paparazzi or a stalker
She right in front of me looking for you, looking for you
Not the feds or a cop

(Verse: Justin Bieber)
I got money in my pocket and I ain’t afraid to spend it
It ain’t a problem, baby girl when you’re with it
Tell me what you wanna do, we can make a move now
Girl you ain’t gotta fight the feelin’, tell me why you grinning
(Look at her face)
I think you’re likin’ what I’m sayin’
Do I really gotta say any more?
(Say no more)
You need to know I ain’t playin’
(I ain’t playin’)
Baby what are we waitin’ for?

(Hook)
Is it her? Lookin’ for you, lookin’ for you
I’m not paparazzi or a stalker
She right in front of me looking for you, looking for you
Not the feds or a cop

(Verse: Quavo)
Bad bitches in the party, alcohol on me
Tell the waitress put the sparklers on my 20 B-T (lean!)
I asked her what’s her name – got the note she said Hammer
On the way to the mattress, said she loved the Panamera
In the trap with J.B. with my phone chirpin’ like beepers
Mona Lisa, Anna Mae in the pot when I beat it
Take her ‘cross the country, I got plugs on the Visa
Cut your man off little mama, you don’t need him

(Verse: Takeoff)
He ain’t never seen a nigga like me
Take hopping out, Giussepe steppin’, with the minks
Gold chain, Mr. T
In the summer, in the beach
With Hummer, with the leather seat
Would tell you ’bout my mansion but I bet they watchin’ me
I’m a vegetarian, all I want is some lettuce and some broccoli
Mansion out in Beverly, your bitch call me call me ‘Your Majesty’

(Verse: Offset)
My bitch is so gorgeous, I might pay her mortgage
I run to the money like Forrest
My life is historic
Travel ’round the world like I’m in orbit
I take your bitch and dunk her like Ben Gordon
I watch her like a telescope
I beat it and kill it like I’m Lil TerRio
I got your bitch, she watchin’ me like Tyler Perry shows
I’m young and I’m rich, ridin’ in a Phantom Ghost
I paint a picture for niggas like Michelangelo

(Hook)
Is it her? Lookin’ for you, lookin’ for you
I’m not paparazzi or a stalker
She right in front of me looking for you, looking for you
Not the feds or a cop

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Looking For You
Justin Bieber