Look At Me Now

[Verse 1: Amy (with Nick)] Yellow model chick Yellow bottle; sippin' Yellow Lamborghini Yellow top missin' Yup, yup! That stuff look like a toupé I get what you get in 10 years, in 2 days (Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J If you get what I get), what would you say? He wax it on and off, Mr. Miyagi And 'em suicide doors, Hari-Kari [Hook: Karmin] Look at me now Look at me now, oh I'm gettin' paper! Look at me now, oh Look at me now, yeah-yeah-yeah! Fresher than a muh... what?! [Verse 2: Amy] Little jigga bigger than gorilla Cause I'm tryin' to kill every jigga that tryn' to be on my stuff Better cuff your man if you with him I can't get him cause he accidentally slip and fall on my crack Oops, I said "on my crack", I ain't really mean to say "on my crack" But since we're talkin' about my crack All you haters say hi to that [Interlude: Amy (Nick)] I'm done... No, really though, I'm not done! Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (Let's go!) [Verse 2: Amy] Cause I feel like I'm running And I feel like a 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 everyday-day See, they don't really really wanna pop me Just know that you'll never stop me And I know I can be a little cocky Ooh! You ain't never gonna flop me Every time I come a jigga gotta set it Then I got it going, then I gotta get it Then I gotta blow it, and then I'm gonna shudder Any little thing the jigga think that he'd be doin' Cause it doesen't matter, cause I'm gonna da-da-da-da Then I'm gonna murder everything and anything A-badaboom, badabing, I gotta do a lot of things And make it clearer to a couple of jiggas that I'm always winnin' And I gotta get it again and again and again And I be doin' it to death and now I move a little foul A jigga better call a ref, and everybody know my style Jiggas 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 bang in the west And I come to give you more, and I will never gave 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? See, the way we on it, when we all up in the race And you know we gotta go don't try to keep up with the pace And we strugglin' and hustlin' and sendin' in and gettin' in And always gotta do it, take it to another place Gotta taste it, and I gotta grab it, I gotta cut through all this traffic Just to be at the top of the throne, better know I gotta have it! [Hook] Man, forget these haters! How ya'll doin? 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 stuff No pollution, no substitution Now I'm chillin' playin' movies in my jacuzzi, fruit is juicy I never gave a damn about a hater Got money on my radar, dress like a skater Got a big house, came with an elevator You jiggas ain't eatin', go tell a waiter Marley said "shoot 'em" and I said okay You on that bullsh-- I'm like "¡olé!" Don't care what you say, so don't even speak Your boyfriend a freak like Cirque du Soleil That's word to my flag, and my flag red I'm outta my head, yo, I'm outta my mind From the bottom I climb, you ain't hotter than mine Nope, not on my time, not even tryin' What's poppin', slime? Nothin', five! And if they trippin' forget 'em, five Ain't got no time to shuck and jive These jiggas as sweet as pumpkin pie Ciroc and Sprite in a private flight Yo, I been tight since guiding light And my pocket's white, my diamond's white My momma's nice and my daddy's gone Yo, please be scared, cause I'm too wild Been here for a while, I was like "no trial" I puts it down, I'm so Young Money You got eyes, look at me now, oh! [Hook] [Outro: Amy] Okay... Okay! Is that right?! I'm fresher than a muh--what?