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[Intro: Jay Z] We gotta sell these bitches the dream, my nigga Niggas like Walt Disney around this bitch [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 motherfucking 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 muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin thing Not a muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin thing |