Timbaland - Know Bout Me lyrics
rate me[Intro:]
We gotta sell these bitches the dream, my nigga
It’s like Walt Disney around this, yeah!
You're in the presence of 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 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:
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 scour!
Ah, baby, you scurred like skirt to the crib
What you know about the kid?
What you know about me?
(What you know about me?)
What you know about me?
(What you know about me?)
Not a motherfucking thing
Not a motherfucking thing
Not a motherfucking thing
Not a motherfucking thing
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 making!
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 timing
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 killing in both
If I had to choose a Jackson man I'm feeling like oh
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 about to put this bitch on her back and get back to you later
Man, what’s up?
Hook:
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 scour!
Ah, baby, you scurred like skirt to the crib
What you know about the kid?
What you know about me?
(What you know about me?)
What you know about me?
(What you know about me?)
Not a motherfucking thing
Not a motherfucking thing
Not a motherfucking thing
Not a motherfucking thing
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…
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?
What you know about the kid?
What you know about me?
(What you know about me?)
What you know about me?
(What you know about me?)
Not a motherfucking thing
Not a motherfucking thing
Not a motherfucking thing
Not a motherfucking thing
Thanks to iulia for correcting these lyrics
