Letra da Música Know Bout Me (Feat. Jay Z, Drake & James Fauntleroy) de Timbaland

[Jay Z]
We gotta sell these bitches the dream, my nigga
Niggas like Walt Disney around this bitch

[Timbaland]
You're in the presence of the real
Can't fathom where I'm at, baby, pop another pill
In a whole another realm
If you want to make a movie, let me know
This is 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
Tryin' to get high to 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

Riding 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
Aw, 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 muthafukin thing (not a muthafukin thing)
Not a muthafukin thing (not a muthafukin thing)

What you know bout me? (What you know bout me?)
What you know bout me? (What you know bout me?)
Not a muthafukin thing (not a muthafukin thing)
Not a muthafukin thing (not a muthafukin thing)

[Drake]
I just got back home, 40 days on vacation
No one killing the game
Shit is all for the taking
What the fuck did I stutter?
Am I being mistaken?
I'm a s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-star in the making
Who you said was the man?
What the fuck is a deal?
Really do it the best, I'm DJ Khaled for real
Got my thumb on the pulse
Got impeccable timing
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, nigga would've went diamond
I been singing and rapping I make a killing in both
If I had to choose a Jackson man
I'm feeling like Bo
Fresh down to the socks, team look like the Raiders
I don't take shit for granted
I'd like to thank my creator
I'm coming back on you haters
I'm 'bout to put this bitch on her back
And get back to you later
Man, what's up?

[Timbaland]
Riding 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
Aw, 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 muthafukin thing (not a muthafukin thing)
Not a muthafukin thing (not a muthafukin thing)

What you know bout me? (What you know bout me?)
What you know bout me? (What you know bout me?)
Not a muthafukin thing (not a muthafukin thing)
Not a muthafukin thing (not a muthafukin thing)

We have a problem

[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
Motherfuckers want to act like I'mma call
If you want to be a star, girl
You need a co-star
Got some bitches we can call up, babe
Now they want to know who you are and how you got there
Girl, I could try to care, oh, get you outta here
You and all this gold on me
On a plane going home, not as you want
What you motherfuckers know about me?

What you know bout me? (What you know bout me?)
What you know bout me? (What you know bout me?)
Not a muthafukin thing (not a muthafukin thing)
Not a muthafukin thing (not a muthafukin thing)

What you know bout me? (What you know bout me?)
What you know bout me? (What you know bout me?)
Not a muthafukin thing (not a muthafukin thing)
Not a muthafukin thing (not a muthafukin thing)