Know Bout Me Lyrics - Timbaland

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 

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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 

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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, whats up 

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 

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 [?] 

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?