Justin Bieber Lyric Book

Looking For You (Feat. Migos (Takeoff and Quavo))

(Takeoff)

Guala, Ha

(Justin)

What's up Migos?

(Quavo)

What up JB?

It’s time to go to the club,

Time to pull those toys out man

Let’s do it

(Justin)

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, na

Let everybody know that I’m here tonight

As soon as I walk in the door

Pretty lady at the candy, she here for life

In fact you know I need you for sure

(Chorus)

Tonight might be the night

You might mess around and fall in love

And then I might be the guy

That'll make you wanna fall in love with me

Girl, what’s your name? I’m happy that you came

I’m the man in this, stick with me, I came love

Everywhere around the world don't you know that

I’ll be looking for you

(Quavo)

Is it her looking for you, looking for you?

I’m not Paparazzi or a stalker (I'll be looking for you)

She right in front of me looking for you, looking for you

Not the feds or a cop (I'll be looking for you)

(Justin)

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 (When you're with it)

Tell me what you wanna do (Do)

Would you make a move now?

Girl you ain’t gotta fight the feeling (Feeling)

(Fight the feeling)

Thinking you like what I'm saying

Do I really need to say anymore?

You need to know that I ain't playin'

Baby, what are we waiting for?

Tonight might be the night

You might mess around and fall in love

And then I might be the guy

That'll make you want to fall in love with me

Girl, what’s your name? I’m happy that you came

I’m the man in this, stick with me, I came love

Everywhere around the world don't you know that

I’ll be looking for you

(Quavo)

Is it her looking for you, looking for you?

I’m not Paparazzi or a stalker (I'll be looking for you)

Looking for you, looking for you

Not the feds or a cop (I'll be looking for you)

Bad b*tches in the party, alcohol on me

Tell the waitress put the sparklers on my 20 B-T

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 across the country, I got plugs on the Visa

Cut your man off little mama, you don’t need him

(Takeoff)

He never seen a n*gga like me

Hoppin’ out the Chevy, step up with the minks, gold chain, Mr. T

In the summer, with the beach, with the hummer, with the leather seat

Would tell you ’bout my mansion but I bet they watching me

I’m a vegetarian, all I want is some lettuce and some broccoli

Mansion out in Beverly, your b*tch calling me call me your majesty

(Migos)

My b*tch 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 b*tch 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 b*tch, she watching me like Tyler Perry shows

I’m young and always riding in a Phantom Ghost

I paint a picture for niggas like Michelangelo

(Justin)

Tonight might be the night

You might mess around and fall in love

And then I might be the guy

That'll make you want to fall in love with me

Girl, what’s your name? I’m happy that you came

I’m the man in this, stick with me, I came love

Everywhere around the world don't you know that

I’ll be looking for you

(Quavo)

Is it her looking for you, looking for you?

I’m not Paparazzi or a stalker (I'll be looking for you)

Looking for you, looking for you

Not the feds or a cop (I'll be looking for you)