Look At Me Now

Whoaa,

B-tch you know my name

Leggo

It's Mr. Tremaine



Ladies love me, here go that new Trey

Kiss and suck me, I call it toupee

I got on Breezy sh-t, give my sh-t a break

F-ck am I talking bout? Aye peedis get my spins up (?)

Love faces, bottoms up

Came straight from the bottom up

Who you gon' find at the top of the charts that hot

as f-ck and these broads'll f-ck?

Ya'll n-ggas pick my garbage up

Say my prayers, in god we trust

Know I gotta lot of money so these n-ggas acting funny

Gotta turn the Cadillac into an armor truck

B-tch n-gga on the arm of her

So I look her in her eye, start charming her

Wanna know you very well, pretty skin caramel and a

n-gga tryna bust that almond nut

Chi-Town freak hoes, cold as a b-tch though

Came in a trench coat, took it off, beach clothes

Get naked, right this second

Girl you ain't nothing but a bird, just peck it

Watch full of carrots with a pocket full of lettuce

While you hating n-ggas ride 87 and (?)

I hope your sh-t break down, look at a n-gga now



Look at me now (x3)

I'm getting paper



VA I did it for ya'll

but the two audemars I did it to ball

High school couldn't keep me out the halls

Pretty b-tch couldn't keep me out her draws

Sh-tting on ya'll, treat the game like a star

Drown in the water while you hang in (?)



My clothes don't hang in the mall

This sh-t fresh off from the plane from Milan

Good head, can't name the salon

But I swear I just came in her mind

Gotta her hiding in (?)

Gave her two pills, don't blame me I'm wrong

Why the f-ck they let me on this song?

I don't even care who own this song

Chris could've called me, man you should've called me

Man, god damn I love this song

Let's talk about the way I got on this John

We was in the garage and I got on that bong

A n-gga said Wayne went nuts

And I think I went, what my nuts are over-grown

I'm so high, I'm overblown

Think I'm overdosing on

My ego, I'm so lethal

There's no equal, I'm so evil, No Knievel

But I stunt hard, my front yard - got horses.

Think that porches from midevil,

There's no way this can be legal

Two hundred while I'm blunted

And her mouth just keep on running

Cos the weave they've just done and

so I told the b-tch to bun it

Yea Zack, let the track drop

Murder this sh-t like Black Ops

Flag jackers and Claymores

In this one year I done made more

Then the whole existence is of yours

N-gga just got my voice insured

Yea, look at me now b-tch!



Look at me now (x3)

I'm getting paper

Look at me now (x3)

Look at me now, b-tch!