Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Know Bout Me, artist - Timbaland. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Know Bout Me |
| We gotta sell these bitches the dream, my nigga |
| Niggas like Walt Disney around this bitch |
| You’re in the presence of the 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 high at 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 |
| 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 muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin thing |
| Not a muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin 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 makin' |
| 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 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 nigga 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 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 'bout to put this bitch on her back and get back to you later |
| Man, what’s up |
| 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 a call |
| 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? |