Chris Brown - Look at Me Now (Lyrics) ft. Busta Rhymes, Lil Wayne

Chris Brown - Look at Me Now (Lyrics) ft. Busta Rhymes, Lil Wayne Stream/Download: Follow our Spotify Playlist: Chris Brown ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Follow Loku: Wallpaper: Submit your Track, questions, art or further inquiries? Please email: yoyoloku@ “Look At Me Now“ by Chris Brown ft. Busta Rhymes, Lil Wayne [Intro: Chris Brown] I don’t see how you can hate from outside of the club You can’t even get in Hahaha l’ego! [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Yellow model chick Yellow bottle sippin’ Yellow Lamborghini Yellow top missin’ Yeah, yeah That sh*t 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 getting paper Look at me now Oh, look at me now Yeah, fresher than a motherf**ker [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Lil’ n***a, bigger than gorilla Cause I’m killing every n***a that can try to be on my sh*t Better cuff your chick if you with her, I can get her And she accidentally slip and fall on my d**k Oops, I said on my d**k I ain’t really mean to say on my d**k But since we’re talking about my d**k All of you haters say hi to it I’m done [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Ayo Breezy, let me show you how to keep the dice rolling when you’re doing that thing over there, homie Let’s go! 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 c*cky 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’m always winning and I gotta get it again, and again, and in again And I be doing it to death 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 banging 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 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 strugglin’ and hustlin’ and sendin’ in and gettin’ in And we always gotta do it and 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] [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Man, f**k these b*t*h ass n***as, 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 sh*t, no, I’m pollution, no substitution Got a b*t*h that play in movies in my jacuzzi, pu**y juicy I never gave a f**k 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**k it, tell a waiter Marley said shoot ‘em, and I said okay If you wanted bullsh*t 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*t*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 trying Whats poppin’ slime? Nothin’ five, and if they trippin’ f**k ‘em five I ain’t got no time to shuck and jive, these n***as, as sweet as pumpkin pie Ciroc and Sprite on a private flight, b*t*h I been tight since Guiding Light And my pockets right, 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 f**k trial I puts it down I’m so Young Money, if you got eyes look at me now, b*t*h [Hook] [Outro: Chris Brown] Okay, okay Is that right? I’m fresher than a motherf**ker