Look at Me Now

Album: F.A.M.E. (2011)
Charted: 44 6
  • I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club
    You can't even get in
    Ha ha ha, Leggo

    Yellow model chick
    Yellow bottle sipping
    Yellow Lamborghini
    Yellow top missing
    Yeah, yeah
    That shit look like a toupee
    I get what you get in ten years, in two days
    Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J
    If you get what I get, what would you say?
    She wax it all off, Mister Miyagi
    And them suicide doors, Hari Kari

    Look at me now, look at me now
    Oh, I'm getting paper
    Look at me now
    Oh, look at me now
    Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker

    Lil nigga bigger than gorilla
    'Cause I'm killing every nigga that try to be on my shit
    Better cuff your chick if I want her, I can get her
    And she accidentally slip and fall on my dick
    Oops I said on my dick
    I ain't really mean to say on my dick
    But since we talking about my dick
    All of you haters say hi to it
    I'm done

    Ayo Breezy
    Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling
    When your doing that thing over there homie

    Let's go!
    'Cause I feel like I'm running
    And I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away
    Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop
    'Cause you know I gotta win everyday day, day, go!
    See they don't really wanna pop me (Blow!)
    Just know that you never flop me (Oh!)
    And I know that I can be a little cocky
    You ain't never gonna stop me
    Every time I come a nigga gotta set it
    Then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it
    Then I gotta blow and then I gotta shudder any little thing that nigga think he be doing
    'Cause it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm gonna dadadada
    Then I'm gonna murder every thing and anything a badaboom a badabing
    I gotta do a lot of things, to make it clearer to a couple niggas
    That I'm always winning and I gotta get it again, and again, and again

    And I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul
    A nigga better call a ref, and everybody knows my style
    And niggas know I'm the the best when it come to doing this
    And I be banging on my chest
    And I bang in the east, and I'm banging in the west
    And I come to give you more and I will never give you less
    You will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press
    Do you really wanna know what's next? Let's go

    See the way we on and we all up in the race
    And you know we gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace
    And we struggling and hustling and sending it and getting it
    And always gotta take it to another place
    Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it
    And I gotta cut all through his traffic
    Just to be at the top of the throne
    Better know I gotta have it, have it

    Look at me now, look at me now
    Oh, I'm getting paper
    Look at me now
    Oh, look at me now
    Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker

    Man fuck these bitch ass niggas, how y'all doin'?
    I'm Lil Tunechi, I'm a nuisance
    I go stupid, I go dumb like the Three Stooges
    I don't eat sushi, I'm the shit, no I'm pollution, no substitution
    Got a bitch that play in movies in my Jacuzzi, pussy juicy
    I never gave a fuck about a hater, got money on my radar
    Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with an elevator
    You niggas ain't eatin', fuck it, tell a waiter
    Marley said, "Shoot 'em", and I said, "Okay"
    If you wanted bullshit then I'm like ole
    I don't care what you say, so don't even speak
    Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil

    That's word to my flag, and my flag red
    I'm out of my head, bitch I'm outta my mind, from the bottom I climb
    You ain't hotter than mine, nope, not on my time and I'm not even trying
    What's poppin' Slime? Nothin' five, and if they trippin' fuck 'em five
    I ain't got no time to shuck and jive, these niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie
    Ciroc and Sprite on a private flight
    Bitch I been tight since guiding light
    And my pockets white, and my diamonds white
    And my mommas nice and my daddy's dead
    You faggots scared 'cause I'm too wild
    Been here for a while I was like "fuck trial", I puts it down
    I'm so Young Money, if you got eyes look at me now, bitch

    Look at me now, look at me now
    Oh, I'm getting paper
    Look at me now
    Oh, look at me now
    Yeah, I'm fresher than a motherfucker

    Okay
    Okay
    Is that right?
    I'm fresher than a motherfuckerWriter/s: Ryan Buendia, Jean Baptiste, Chris Brown, Thomas Wesley Pentz, Nick Van De Wall, Trevor Smith, Dwayne Michael Carter
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave, Royalty Network
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  • Kelsey from Sandusky, Ohthis is my one of my favorite songs ever
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