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

Chris Brown - Look at Me Now (Lyrics) ft. Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes Subscribe here: Follow us on Spotify: Stream: ➡️ Join Our Discord: ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: ➥ Chris Brown: Subscribe now 🔔 ✗ 📲 Connect with me: ✗ Submit & Contact 🔻 📧: aron@ #ChrisBrown #LookAtMeNow #LilWayne #BustaRhymes #rap #city 🎵 Lyrics: I don’t see how you can hate from outside of the club You can’t even get in! Hahaha Leggo Yellow model chick, yellow bottle sippin’ Yellow Lamborghini, yellow top missin’ Yeah, yeah, that shit look like a toupée 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, Mr. Miyagi And them suicide doors, hari-kari Look at me now, look at me now (Oh) I’m gettin’ paper Look at me now (Oh), look at me now (Yeah) Fresher than a muh’fucka Lil’ n***a, bigger than gorilla ’Cause I’m killin’ every n***a that can try to be on my shit Better cuff your chick if you with 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 talkin’ 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 rollin’ When you’re doin’ that thing over there, homie (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Let’s go! ’Cause I’m feelin’ like I’m runnin’ 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 (Go) See, they 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 (No) You ain’t never gonna stop me Every time I come, a n***a gotta set it Then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it (Woo) Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta show that Any little thing a n***a think that he be doin’ (Ooh-ooh) ’Cause it doesn’t matter, ’cause I’m gonna da-da-da-da (Damn) Then I’m gonna murder everything and anything A ba-da-boom, a ba-da-bing, I gotta do a lotta things That make it clearer to a couple n****s that I always win And then I gotta get it again and again and then again And I be doin’ it to death And now I move a little foul, a n***a better call a ref And everybody know my style and n****s know that I’m the best When it come to doin’ this and I be bangin’ 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 could read it in the press Do you really wanna know what’s next? (Let’s go) See the way we on and then 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’ And we always gotta do it, 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 (Have it) Look at me now, look at me now (Oh) I’m gettin’ paper Look at me now (Oh), look at me now Fresher than a muh’fucka Man, fuck these bitch-ass n****s 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, dressed like a skater Got a big house, came with an elevator You n****s ain’t eatin’, fuck it, tell a waiter Marley said “shoot ’em,“ and I said “okay“ If you on that bullshit, 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 outta 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 tryin’ What’s poppin’, slime? Nothin’, five And if they trippin’, fuck ’em, five I ain’t got no time to shuck and jive These n****s as sweet as pumpkin pie CîROC and Sprite on a private flight Bitch, I been tight since Guiding Light And my pockets right, and my diamonds white And my momma’s 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 I’m gettin’ paper Look at me now (Haha! Oh), look at me now I’m fresher than a muh’fucka Okay Okay Is that right? I’m fresher than a muh’fuc—!