MSR Studios in New York City, New York - Look At Me Now lyrics

[Intro: Chris Brown] I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club You can't even get in! Ha ha ha! Leggo! [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Yellow model chick, yellow bottle sippin' Yellow Lamborghini, yellow top missin' Yeah, yeah, that sh** look like a toupee I get what you get in 10 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; Mr. Miyagi And them suicide doors, hari-kari [Hook: Chris Brown] Look at me now, look at me now Oh, I'm gettin' paper Look at me now, oh, look at me now Yeah, fresher than a muh'f**a [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Lil' n***a, bigger than gorilla ‘Cause I'm k**in' every n***a that can try to be on my sh** Better cuff your chick if you with 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're talking about my dick All of you haters say hi to it (I'm done) [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] Ayo, Breezy, let me show you how to keep the dice rollin' When you're doing that thing over there, homie! Let's go! [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] ‘Cause I'm feeling 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 See, they really really wanna pop me Just know that you will never flop me And I know that I can be a little co*ky You ain't never gonna stop me Everytime I come, a n***a gotta set it Then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta show that Any little thing that n***a think that he be doing ‘Cause it doesn't matter, ‘cause I'm gonna da-da-da-da Then I'm gonna murder everything and anything A ba-da-boom, a ba-da-bing I gotta do a lot of things that make it clearer to a couple n***as That I always win and then I gotta get it again And again, and then again And I be doing it to d**h And now I move a little foul, a n***a better call a ref And everybody know my style And n***as know that I'm the best When it come to doing this and I be bangin' on my chest And I bang in the East and I'm bangin' 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 could read it in the press Do you really wanna know what's next? (Let's go!) See the way we on and then we all up in the race And you know we gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace And we strugglin' and hustlin' and sendin' in and gettin' in And we always gotta do it, take it to another place Gotta taste it, and I gotta grab it And I gotta cut all through this traffic Just to be at the top of the throne, better know I gotta have it [Hook: Chris Brown] Look at me now, look at me now Oh, I'm gettin' paper Look at me now, oh, look at me now Yeah, fresher than a muh'f**a [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Man, f** these b**h-a** n***as! How y'all doing? 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 sh** No, I'm pollution, no substitution Got a b**h that play in movies in my jacuzzi, p**y juicy I never gave a f** about a hater Got money on my radar, dressed like a skater Got a big house, came with a elevator You n***as ain't eatin', f** it, tell a waiter Marley said shoot ‘em, and I said okay If you wanted bullsh**, then I'm like, "¡Olé!" 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, b**h 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 tryin' What's poppin', slime? Nothing, five And if they trippin', f** ‘em, five I ain't got no time to shuck and jive These n***as as sweet as pumpkin pie Cîroc and Sprite on a private flight b**h, I been tight since Guiding Light And my pockets right, and my diamonds white And my momma's nice, and my daddy's dead You f*ggots scared ‘cause I'm too wild Been here for a while, I was like, "f** trial!" I puts it down, I'm so Young Money If you got eyes, look at me now, b**h! [Hook: Chris Brown] Look at me now, look at me now Oh, I'm gettin' paper Look at me now, oh, look at me now Yeah, I'm fresher than a muh'f**a [Outro: Chris Brown] Okay, okay, is that right? I'm fresher than a muh'f**a!