[Intro: Jay Z]
We gotta sell these (*##$es the dream, my ^!$$%
^!$$%s like Walt Disney around this (*##$


[Verse 1: Timbaland]
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 mother$#&@ing binge
Just might go and buy a Benz

Or trade a car for your friends
Oh yeah, we playing with them M's


[Hook: Timbaland]
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 mutha$#&@in thing, not a mutha$#&@in thing
Not a mutha$#&@in thing, not a mutha$#&@in thing


[Verse 2: Drake]
I just got back home, 40 days on vacation

No one killing the game, %#@! is all for the taking
What the $#&@ 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 $#&@ 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 ^!$$% 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 %#@! 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 (*##$ on her back and get back to you later

Man, whats up

[Hook: Timbaland]


[Outro: James Fauntleroy]
Imagine straight from work to the plane, ain't no baggage claim

Don't need to change your clothes, girl, or your last name
Mother$#&@ers want to act like I'mma call
If you want to be a star, girl you need a co-star

Got some (*##$es 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 mother$#&@ers know about me?