Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Chris Brown
Voz principal
Lil Wayne
Canto
Busta Rhymes
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Chris Brown
Autoría
Jean-Baptiste
Autoría
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Autoría
Trevor Smith
Autoría
Thomas Wesley Pentz
Autoría
Nick van de Wall
Autoría
Ryan Buendia
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Diplo
Producción
AFROJACK
Producción
Free School
Coproducción
Brian Springer
Ingeniería de grabación
Iain Findlay
Asistente de ingeniería de grabación
Brian Stanley
Ingeniería de mezcla
Mike Layos
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Ryan Kelly
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Tom Coyne
Masterización
Letra
[Intro]
I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club
You can't even get in
Let go
[Verse 1]
Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle sippin'
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missin'
Yeah, yeah
That shit look like a toupee
I get what you get in ten years
In two days
[Verse 2]
Ladies love me
I'm on my Cool J
If you get what I get, what would you say?
She wax it all off
Mr. Miyagi
And them suicide doors
Hari kari
[Chorus]
Look at me now
Look at me now
Oh, I'm gettin' paper
Look at me now, oh
Look at me now, yeah
Fresh than a muhfucka
[Verse 3]
Lil' **** bigger than gorilla 'cause I'm killin' every **** that can 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 dick
[Verse 4]
Oops, I said on my dick
I ain't really mean to say on my dick
But since we talkin' about my dick
All of you haters say hi to it
I'm done
[Bridge]
Ayo, Breezy
Let me show you how to keep the dice rollin' when you're doin' that thing over there, homie
[Bridge]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Let's go
[Verse 5]
'Cause I'm feelin' like I'm runnin' and I'm feelin' 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 every day, day (Go)
She didn't really, really wanna pop me
Just know that you will never flop me
And I know that I can be a little cocky (No)
You ain't never gonna stop me
Every time I come a **** gotta set it, then I gotta go in, and I gotta get it
Then I gotta blow it and I gotta show that, any little thing a **** think that he be doin'
'Cause it doesn't matter 'cause I'm gonna d-d-d (Damn)
Then I'm gonna murder everything and anything a bada-boom, a bada-bing, I gotta do a lot of things
And make it clearer to a couple **** that I always win and then I gotta get it again and again and then again
And I be doin' it to death and now I move a little foul
A **** better call a ref and everybody know my style and **** know that I'm the best
When it come to doin' this and I be bangin' on my chest
And I bang in the east and I'm bangin' 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 then we all up in the race
And you know we gotta go, now try to keep up with the pace
And we strugglin' and hustlin', I said it and I get it
And we 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
But I know I gotta have it
[Chorus]
Look at me now
Look at me now (Oh)
I'm gettin' paper
Look at me now, oh
Look at me now, yeah
Fresh than a muhfucka
[Verse 6]
Man, fuck these bitch ass ****
How y'all doing? I'm Lil Tunechi, I'm a nuisance
I go stupid, I go dumb like the Three 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 give a fuck about a hater, got money on my radar, dress like a skater
Got a big house, came with a elevator
You **** ain't eatin', fuck it, tell a waiter
Marley said shoot 'em and I said okay
If you wanted bullshit then I'm like, olé
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 out of my mind
From the bottom, I climb
You ain't hotter than mine
Nope, not on my time
And I'm not even tryin'
What's poppin', slime?
Nothin', five
And if they trippin', fuck 'em, five
I ain't got no time to shuck and jive
These **** as sweet as pumpkin pie
Ciroc and Sprite on a private flight
Bitch, I been tight since Guiding Light
And my pockets right and my diamond's white
And my mama'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 puts it down, I'm so Young Money
If you got eyes, look at me now, bitch
[Chorus]
Look at me now
Look at me now, ha (Oh)
I'm gettin' paper
Look at me now, oh (Ha)
Look at me now, yeah
I'm fresher than a muhfucka
[Outro]
Okay
Okay
Is that right?
I'm fresher than a muhfu'
Written by: Christopher Maurice Brown, Ryan Buendia, Dwayne Carter, Jean Baptiste Kouame, Thomas Wesley Pentz, Trevor Smith, Nick L. van de Wall