Lyrics of Look at me now by: Julie Anne San Jose (Cover)

Let go!
Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle sipping
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missing
Yeah, yeah
That shit look like a toupee
I get what you get in 10 years, in two days
Ladies love me, I’m on my Cool J
If you get what I get, what would you say?
He wax it all off, Mr.Miyagi
And them suicide doors, Hari Kari
[Chorus]
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 what
[Verse 2 ‒ Chris Brown]
Lil nigga bigger than gorilla
‘Cause I’m killing every nigga that 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 crack
Oops I said on my crack
I ain’t really mean to say on my crack
But since we talking about my crack
All of you haters say hi to it
I’m done
[Verse 3 ‒ Busta Rhymes]
Ayo Breezy
Let me show you how to keep the dice
rolling
When you’re doing that thing over there
homie
Let’s go!
‘Cause I feel like I’m running
And I’m feeling 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,
day
See they don’t really wanna pop me
Just know that you never flop me
And I know that I can be a little cocky
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
And I be doing it to death and now I move a
little foul
A nigga better call a ref, and everybody
knows my style
And niggas know I’m the the best when it
come to doing this
And I be banging on my chest, and I bang in
the east, and I’m banging 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 can read
it in the press
Do you really wanna know what’s next? Let’s
go
See the way we on and we all up in the race
and you know
We gotta go, don’t try to keep up with the
pace
We struggling and hustling and sending it
and getting it
And 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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 4 ‒ Lil Wayne]
Man fuck these bitch ass niggas, how y’all
doin’?
I’m Lil Tunechi, I’m a nuisance, I go stupid, I
go dumb like the 3 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
Dress like a skater, got a big house, came
with an elevator
You niggas ain’t eatin’, fuck it, tell a waiter
Marley said, “Shoot ‘em”, and I said, “Okay”
If you wanted bullshit then I’m like olay
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 out of 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 trying
What’s poppin’ Slime? Nothin’ five, and if
they trippin’ fuck ‘em five
I ain’t got no time to shuck and jive, these
niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie
Ciroc and sprite on a private flight,
bitch I’ve 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 put it down
I’m so Young Money, if you got eyes look at
me now, oh
[Chorus]
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 what
[Outro]
Okay, okay
Is that right?
I’m fresher than a what?