Look At Me Now

Intro:

I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club
You can't even get in
Hahaha, let's go!

Verso 1:
C
Yellow model chick
Em
Yellow bottle sipping
Am
Yellow Lamborghini
F
Yellow top missing
C                Em
Yeah, yeah, that shit look like a toupee
Am                       F
I get what you get in 10 years, in two days
C               Em
Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J
Am                F
If you get what I get, what would you say?
C                   Em
She wax it all off, Mr.Miyagi
Am               F
And them suicide doors, Hari Kari

C               Em
Look at me now, look at me now
Am  F
Oh, I'm getting paper
C               Em
Look at me now, look at me now
Am    F
Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker

Verso 2:
C
Lil nigga bigger than gorilla
           Em
'Cause I'm killing every nigga that try to be on my shit
Am
Better cuff your chick if you with her, I can get her
F
And she accidentally slip and fall on my dick
C
Oops I said on my dick
Em
I ain't really mean to say on my dick
Am
But since we talking about my dick
F
All of you haters say hi to it

I'm done

Verso 3:
Ayo Breezy
Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling
When you're doing that thing over there homie

C     Em         Am F
      Just kiddin

Let's go!

C
'Cause I feel like I'm running
                             Em
And I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away
                   Am
Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop
                        F
'cause you know I gotta win everyday day, day
C
See they don't really wanna pop me
                  Em
Just know that you will never flop me
                      Am
And I know that I can be a little cocky, no
          F
You ain't never gonna stop me

Every time I come a nigga 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 nigga think he be doing
'Cause it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm gonna dadadada
Then I'm gonna murder every thing and anything a badaboom a badabing
I gotta do a lot of things, to make it clearer to a couple niggas
That I'm always winning and I gotta get it again, and again, and again

(Pause)

C
And I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul
        Em
A nigga better call a ref, and everybody knows my style
           Am
And niggas know I'm the the best when it come to doing this
F
And I be banging on my chest, and
C
I bang in the east, and I'm banging in the west
Em
And I come to give you more and I will never give you less
Am
You will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press
F
Do you really wanna know what's next? Let's go
C
See the way we on and we all up in the race and you know
Em
We gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace
Am
We struggling and hustling and sending it and getting it
F
And always gotta do it take it to another place
C
Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it
Em
And I gotta cut all through this traffic
Am
Just to be at the top of the throne
F
Better know I gotta have it, have it

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 motherfucker

Verso 4:
    C                                      Em
Man fuck these bitch ass niggas, how y'all doin'?
                       Am                          F
I'm Lil Tunechi, I'm a nuisance, I go stupid, I go dumb like the 3 stooges
            C                           Em
I don't eat sushi, I'm the shit, no I'm pollution, no substitution
      Am                              F
Got a bitch that play in movies in my Jacuzzi, pussy juicy
  C                                                Em
I never gave a fuck about a hater, got money on my radar
                               Am
Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with an elevator
    F
You niggas ain't eatin', fuck it, tell a waiter
              C
Marley said, "Shoot 'em", and I said, "Okay"
              Em
If you wanted bullshit then I'm like olay
        Am
I don't care what you say, so don't even speak
                  F
Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil
       C
That's word to my flag, and my flag red
    Em                                                Am
I'm out of my head, bitch I'm outta my mind, from the bottom I climb
                                            F
You ain't hotter than mine, nope, not on my time and I'm not even trying
C                                       Em
What's poppin' Slime? Nothin' five, and if they trippin' fuck 'em five
        Am                                   F
I ain't got no time to shuck and jive, these niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie
C
Ciroc and sprite on a private flight,
Em
bitch I've been tight since "Guiding light",
Am
and my pockets right, and my diamonds white
F
And my momma's nice and my daddy's dead
    C                                        Em
You faggots scared 'cause I'm too wild, been here for a while
                        Am
I was like fuck trial I put it down
                       F
I'm so Young Money, if you got eyes look at me now, bitch

Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I'm getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, I'm fresher than a motherfucker

Okay, okay
Is that right?
I'm fresher than a motherfucker