Chris Brown - Look at Me Now Lyrics

Chris Brown - Look at Me Now Lyrics

"Look at Me Now"

I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club

You can't even get in

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 (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Let's go!

'Cause I'm feelin' like I'm running

And I'm feelin' 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!)

She did really really wanna pop me (blow!)

Just know that you will 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 win and then 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 motherfucker

Artist: Chris Brown

Produced by: Free School, Diplo & Afrojack

Written by: Nick Marsh, Afrojack, Busta Rhymes, Lil Wayne, DJ Replay, Jean Baptiste, Diplo & Chris Brown

Featured artists: Busta Rhymes, Lil Wayne

Album: F.A.M.E.

Released: February 1, 2011