Ken Carson – Lookbook Lyrics

Ken Carson – Lookbook Lyrics

Lookbook Lyrics By Ken Carson

“Lookbook” sees Ken Carson rapping about shopping from lookbooks, which are a collection of photographs compiled to show off a model, photographer, style, stylist, or clothing line. Ken also raps about familiar topics of drugs, guns, fashion, and women.

Previously known as “Plane Jane” from fans, Ken first previewed the track on July 31, 2022, in a now-deleted Instagram story.

Ken would continue to preview the song in another now-deleted Instagram story on August 28.

[Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, this how I get off (this how I get off)
Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah, this how I get off (this how I get off)
Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah, this how I get off (this how I get off)
Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah, this how I get off (this how I get off)
Huh, I shop from a lookbook, I don’t go to the mall
And I done made so much money, yeah, I just might start playin’ golf
I’m servin’ X, molly red, and you know that shit all rock
I’m way too high, I don’t want no head, baby, I can’t get off soft
She suck me, suck me ’til I’m dead, she got me pushin’ her off me
Hundred K, yeah, that’s what that new AP cost me
Plain jane, yeah, that lil’ bitch goin’ in the vault (goin’ in the vault)
I shine with no jewelry on, I’m a real rockstar (I’m a real rockstar)

[Verse]
I don’t even got to have no jewelry on, bitch, look at my car
And these niggas still got Amiri on, they won’t make it far
I got a new bae, ayy, I met her at the bar
She got a big booty and her titties bustin’ out her bra
We ’bout to make a movie, yeah, yeah, you gon’ be the star
I was eatin’ ramen noodles and shit, now I’m shoppin’ in Bora Bora
And I drop bags at the store
I drop a bag on my bitch, I drop a bag on my whore
I drop a bag on my fit, I’m droppin’ bags on this shit
Chanel, ‘Venchys on the kid
Rick Owens, bitch, I’m him
Marni on my feet but you really can’t see ’em
These Balenciaga denim
And they saggin’ ’cause I stack my racks up in ’em
This my swag, yeah, Ken Carson, X, yeah, yeah
She jetlaggin’ ’cause she off the G6 pill
I was braggin’ when I made my first couple mill’
I swear I love money, that’s the only way I get a thrill
Big twenties, pink fifties, blue hundreds, yeah, yeah, yeah
That’s just how I get off (how I get off)
All I talk about is money, I got a money talk
She dripped in designer, she got a money walk
Five hundred just for a line-up, my barber overchargin’ (overchargin’)

[Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, this how I get off (this how I get off)
Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah, this how I get off (this how I get off)
Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah, this how I get off (this how I get off)
Huh, huh, huh, yeah, yeah, this how I get off (this how I get off)
Huh, I shop from a lookbook, I don’t go to the mall
And I done made so much money, yeah, I just might start playin’ golf
I’m servin’ X, molly red, and you know that shit all rock
I’m way too high, I don’t want no head, baby, I can’t get off soft
She suck me, suck me ’til I’m dead, she got me pushin’ her off me
Hundred K, yeah, that’s what that new AP cost me
Plain jane, yeah, that lil’ bitch goin’ in the vault (goin’ in the vault)
I shine with no jewelry on, I’m a real rockstar (I’m a real rockstar)