I know you see me now right now I know you see me now right now Right now, right now, right now I know you see me now right now
I got my suit and tie and I don’t know if y’all know Well, maybe y’all do, or maybe y’all don’t But I don’t really care, it’s how we on it all the time So I’ma get my money, let’s go
Yeah, uh, now I’ma need you to kill the hypocrisy This is an aristocracy I’m Socrates, but my skin more chocolatey What’s up with who? That’s old news I’m in a speedboat in my boat shoes Huh? I swear my whole collection’s so cruise I might walk in Nobu wit’ no shoes “He just walked in Nobu like it was Whole Foods That nigga crazy, I told you” Immature adult, insecure asshole And if you fall on the concrete, that’s your ass fault If you pass on a Kan’ beat, that’s your last fault Get what you ask for, I swear that your ass low She got a big booty, but she couldn’t drop that ass low ‘Til you take your last ho and rope up all the cash flow When you gettin’ money, they be all up on your ass, yo When you gettin’ money, cops don’t let a nigga pass Go Straight to jail, yo, in a hellhole Right next to Lucifer, tell em I said, “Hello” Ask if I’ma be there soon and tell him I said, “Hell no” Yo, what you say when your people get out of jail, huh?
My niggas is home I guess I got everything, everything I want But I don’t, no matter how good it gets, it’ll never be like for No women in the crowd, screamin’ and it’s loud Doin’ things not allowed and I swear it’s going down right now I know one thing, my mama would be proud And you see me lookin’ up Cause I know she’s lookin’ down right now
I know you see me now right now I know you see me now right now Right now, right now, right now I know you see me now right now
Pour the champagne, let your watch show Shorty got a man watch wrist look colossal I admit my first watch was a Fossil Now I’m in the Louvre lookin’ for fossils ‘Tention to detail is so uncanny And the whip’s on the Sprewells, it’s so un-Camry Somebody need to put us on camera The world of Rollies and everyone families Stay Jordan fresh, suits and Ferraris Cute, your shorty watch Barney’s, we head to Barney’s End up at Marni, Giorgio, service from Sergio Tacchini Lamborghini, the chain throw off the vertigo I know the flow just hit a hellified vertical This the Christ year, last year was magic, 32 Lyrically, can’t none of y’all murder ‘Ye Cause y’all raps ain’t got no vertebrae I got style, ask June if she heard of me I killed the fur last Paris, raised the murder rate First of all, we all know the beats is Like a mix between Fergie and Jesus Imagine the direction of this immaculate conception Every one of His Majesty’s swim parties is pageantries Cannonball off the divin’ board when I am bored All my homies GDs, but I am Lord Rap god, Greek mythology And this life too crazy to think logically Here’s somethin’ that you could use in analogy My life is like a child’s illusions become reality
Now go get my throne cause I don’t wanna stop I just go in my zone and I’ma make it hot ’til it’s time to go When it’s time to go, where you trying to go? You better act like you can see me now
Exactly, Rosewood I know you see me, I know you see me I know you see me, it’s like I’m 3D!
Man, today I am the freshest in the world, but that’s the obvious Damn, I look so sexy, and you look like a pile of shit When I told my ex I loved her, she went and married another And changed her whole name up, you a Yugoslavi’ chick “Be successful, ” that’s what Dad told me So everything I D-O now I OD They say G.O.O.D. Music like the new Miami Heat, shit Comparin’ them to us, man they gotta add Kobe Whoadie, holy moley went, from G-Shockin’ to Rollie From the D, coppin’ in Beverly Hills, I’m Axel Foley Nah, nah, baby boy, you Jody, in the party, they all know me Yeah, I saw your ass in line, boy, you was lookin’ like the old me Presidential suit, my girls Michelle and Chanel She gave me designer, uh, she keep it au natural I say it again, I’m chasin’ cheese, dodgin’ rat traps Chasin’ pussy you might end up with a Kat Stacks Nasty trick, you’s a nasty chick Uh, ooh, you know I like that nasty shit Got it made in every way, gettin’ paid every day What Sean sound like? ‘Ye protégé Nah, nah, he sound like he a pro to me “I know Kanye a jerk, ” how could you say that? He rode me and my mama ’round in his Maybach What kind of jerk is that? What kind of jerks is y’all? Fuck it if he a jerk, I bet you jerk him off Bet you take it off or chase him through the mall We workin’ twice as hard, so everything come in twos Double drinks, double girls We be gettin’ paid like W-2 Rep Westside, throwin’ up Ws “We love you Sean, ” I love you too Ooh-ooh, you know I do
