Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Timbaland
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Fauntleroy
Composer
Timothy Mosley
Composer
J. Harmon
Composer
Aubrey Drake Graham
Composer
S. Carter
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Producer
J. Harmon
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You're in the presence of the real
You can't fathom where I'm at, baby, pop another pill
You in a whole 'nother realm
If you wanna make a movie, let me know
It's a whole 'nother 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
Try to get high at the sunset, baby, don't trip
Hollywood lights, Miami nights
On a motherfuckin' binge
Just might go and buy a Benz
Or trade a car for your friends
Oh yeah, we playin' with them Ms
[Verse 2]
Ridin' down Collins with my entourage followin'
Just left SoHo, headed to the Go Go
Lap dance for the girls
Let her put her hands on the curves
You ain't 'bout that life, you scared
Ah baby, you scared
Like skrrt to the crib
What you know about the kid?
[Verse 3]
What you know 'bout me?
What you know about me?
Not a motherfuckin' thing
Not a motherfuckin' thing
What you know 'bout me?
What you know 'bout me?
Not a motherfuckin' thing
Not a motherfuckin' thing
It's killer
[Verse 4]
I just 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-star in the making
Who you say was the man?
What the fuck is the 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 ten years ago, **** woulda went diamond
I been singing and rappin', I make a killing 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 comin' b-b-b-b-b-b-back on you haters
I'm 'bout to put this bitch on the back and get back to you later
Man, what's up
[Verse 5]
Ridin' down Collins with my entourage followin'
Just left SoHo, headed to the Go Go
Lap dance for the girls, what's up
Let her put her hands on the curves, what's up
You ain't 'bout that life, you scared, what's up
Ah baby, you scared, what's up
Like skrrt to the crib, what's up
What you know about the kid?
[Verse 6]
What you know 'bout me?
What you know 'bout me?
Not a motherfuckin' thing
Not a motherfuckin' thing
What you know 'bout me?
What you know 'bout me?
Not a motherfuckin' thing
Not a motherfuckin' thing
It's killer
[Verse 7]
We a, problem
We a, problem
[Verse 8]
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 cocky
If you wanna be a star, girl, you need a co-star
Got some bitches we can call up, babe
Now they wanna 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?
[Verse 9]
Hey, hey, whoa-whoa-whoa
[Verse 10]
What you know 'bout me?
What you know 'bout me?
Not a motherfuckin' thing
Not a motherfuckin' thing
What you know 'bout me?
What you know 'bout me?
Not a motherfuckin' thing
Not a motherfuckin' thing
It's killer
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, J. Harmon, James Fauntleroy, S. Carter, Timothy Mosley
