(Feat. Jay Z, Drake & James Fauntleroy)




[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'm [?]

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?