Know About Me (feat. Drake)
Sorry about that. [Intro: Jay-Z]|We gotta sell these bitches the dream, my nigga|Niggas like Walt Disney around this bitch||[Verse 1: Timbaland]|You're in the presence of the real|Can't fathom where I'm at, baby, pop another pill|In a whole another reel|If you want to make a movie let me know|It's a whole another film|I suggest you get your dress for the Golden Globes|What you know about Tim|Top down, the Aventador, 4 AM|On the sunset strip|Trying to get high at the sunset, baby don't trip|Hollywood lights, Miami nights|I'm on a motherfucking binge|Just might go and buy a Benz|Or trade a car for your friends|Oh yeah, we playing with them M's||[Hook: Timbaland]|Ridin' down Collins with my entourage following|Just left SoHo headed to the Go-Go|Lap dance for the girls|Let her put her hands on the curves|You ain't about that life, you scurred|Ah, baby, you scurred like skrrt to the crib|What you know about the kid|What you know bout me, what you know bout me|What you know bout me, what you know bout me|Not a muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin thing|Not a muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin thing||[Verse 2: Drake]|I just got back home, 40 days on vacation|No one killing the game, shit is all for the taking|What the fuck did I stutter? am I being mistaken?|I'm a s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-star in the makin'|Who you said was the man? What the fuck is a deal|Really do it the best, I'm DJ Khaled for real|Got my thumb on the pulse, got impeccable timin'|If they forgot about my worth, I got a check to remind 'em|Got some things on the wrist, Cartier with the diamonds|If this was 10 years ago nigga would've went diamond|I been singing and rapping I make a killin' in both|If I had to choose a Jackson man I'm feelin' like Bo|Fresh down to the socks, team look like the Raiders|I don't take this shit for granted, I'd like to thank my creator|I'm coming b-b-b-b-b-b-b-back on you haters|I'm 'bout to put this bitch on her back and get back to you later|Man, what's up||[Hook: Timbaland]||[Outro: James Fauntleroy]|Imagine straight from work to the plane, ain't no baggage claim|Don't need to change your clothes, girl, or your last name|Motherfuckers want to act like I'm a call|If you want to be a star, girl you need a co-star|Got some bitches we can call up, babe|Now they want to know who you are and how you got there|Girl, I can try to care, oh, get you out of here|You and all this gold on me|On a plane going home, not as you want|What you motherfuckers know about me?|