Look At Me Now Remix Lyrics

Intro
(Yes)
Um, it's all about being comfortable with ones self, you know, being a boss, it's all you need. Boss bitch music volume 3 baby.
(C'mon brahs now)
Haha, okay. (Let's go)

(Verse 1)
Super bad bitch & I love spending them benjamins.
I don't give a shit, bout a broke nigga who be actin' stingy.
Can't go Louis, & that prada, can't afford it, then don't bother. Tryna holla at this ass, wanna touch it? I say nadda.

(Bridge before Chorus)
Ohhh, I make 'em love me, they say I'm wifey type, got a little bit of hood in me, and I ride right.
If I let 'em spend the night, we takin' leer flights, they givin' me stupid brain, I'll get your mind right.

(Chorus)
Look at me now, hey, look at me now, Oh, I'm gettin' paper. Look at me now, hey, look at me now, oh, I'm better than a motha f*cka.

(Verse 2)
Everywhere I go, niggas all up on me, real good at it, I ain't got no opponents. I'm a true boss bitch, motha f*cka I own it, I just do me, don't give it, don't know it. Thinkin' bout f*cking with me, you better postpone it, cuz I murder everything, run it over like a rodent. Is that your man, I don't need moanin', he a quick pumper, enjoy your moment.

(Bridge before Verse 3)
Man, he on my shit, I mean like really, really on my shit. I said can you back up off my shit? I said can you put this bass in it? (Verse 3)
Oh freaky ass damn, since you so blunt wanna put it in the back, wanna put it in the front. I don't get buck on a nigga no hunt, wanna ball on a bitch lemme see you slam dunk. I go HAM, I go hammer, you know my glamour don't match my grammer, I'm that virus, make 'em go stammer, please don't push, don't touch, don't tamper. I got bars hoe slammer, ya'll so ill, just standered. I go stupid ill mannered, call the shots cold mander.
I rag, I boast to the motha f*ckin' most, keep a handful of trumps, to the state I toast. Go ahead of the head of the pack, by the way, adios. Better look at me now, motha f*cka I'm a ghost.

(Chorus)
Look at me now, hey, look at me now, Oh, I'm gettin' paper. Look at me now, hey, look at me now, oh, I'm gettin' paper.

(Verse 4)
Wait a minute, I'm not done yet.
Okay, hello all you haters, I'm that chick you wish you was, doing shit you never does, you ain't my fam, don't call me cuz. Cuz see this game right here I run, missed your shot, I'll load my gun. I have that pink bubblegum, yes it's oh so yummy yum, ohhh.

(Chorus)
Look at me now, hey, look at me now, Oh, I'm gettin' paper. Look at me now, hey, look at me now, oh, I'm better than a motha f*cka.

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