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JAY-Z

"Know Bout Me"

[Intro: Jay Z]
We gotta sell these b*tches the dream, my n*gga
n*ggas like Walt Disney around this b*tch

[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 'nother realm
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 motherf*cking 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 me put her hands on her 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 muthaf*ckin thing, not a muthaf*ckin thing
Not a muthaf*ckin thing, not a muthaf*ckin thing

[Verse 2: Drake]
I just got back home, 40 days on vacation
No one killing the game, sh*t is all for the taking
What the f*ck 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 f*ck 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 n*gga 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 sh*t 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 b*tch on her back and get back to you later
Man, what's up?

[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 muthaf*ckin thing, not a muthaf*ckin thing
Not a muthaf*ckin thing, not a muthaf*ckin thing

[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
Motherf*ckers want to act like I'mma call
If you want to be a star, girl you need a co-star
Got some b*tches 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 motherf*ckers know about me?

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