Intro:

I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club 
You can't even get in 
Hahaha, let's go! 

Verse 1

C 
Yellow model chick 
Em 
Yellow bottle sipping 
Am 
Yellow Lamborghini 
F 
Yellow top missing 
C                Em 
Yeah, yeah, that shit look like a toupee 
Am                       F 
I get what you get in 10 years, in two days 
C               Em 
Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J 
Am                F 
If you get what I get, what would you say? 
C                   Em 
She wax it all off, Mr.Miyagi 
Am               F 
And them suicide doors, Hari Kari 


[Refrão]
 
C               Em 
Look at me now, look at me now 
Am  F 
Oh, I'm getting paper 
C               Em 
Look at me now, look at me now 
Am    F 
Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker 

Verse 2: 
C 
Lil nigga bigger than gorilla 
           Em 
'Cause I'm killing every nigga that try to be on my shit 
Am 
Better cuff your chick if you with her, I can get her 
F 
And she accidentally slip and fall on my dick 
C 
Oops I said on my dick 
Em 
I ain't really mean to say on my dick 
Am 
But since we talking about my dick 
F 
All of you haters say hi to it 
 
I'm done 

Verse 3:
 
Ayo Breezy 
Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling 
When you're doing that thing over there homie 

 
C     Em         Am F 
      Just kiddin 

Let's go! 

C 
'Cause I feel like I'm running 
                             Em 
And I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away 
                   Am 
Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop 
                        F 
'cause you know I gotta win everyday day, day 
C 
See they don't really wanna pop me 
                  Em 
Just know that you will never flop me 
                      Am 
And I know that I can be a little cocky, no 
          F 
You ain't never gonna stop me 

Every time I come a nigga gotta set it, then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it 
Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta show that any little thing that nigga think he be doing 
'Cause it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm gonna dadadada 
Then I'm gonna murder every thing and anything a badaboom a badabing 
I gotta do a lot of things, to make it clearer to a couple niggas 
That I'm always winning and I gotta get it again, and again, and again 

(Pause)

C 
And I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul 
        Em 
A nigga better call a ref, and everybody knows my style 
           Am 
And niggas know I'm the the best when it come to doing this 
F 
And I be banging on my chest, and  
C 
I bang in the east, and I'm banging in the west 
Em 
And I come to give you more and I will never give you less 
Am 
You will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press 
F 
Do you really wanna know what's next? Let's go 
C 
See the way we on and we all up in the race and you know 
Em 
We gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace 
Am 
We struggling and hustling and sending it and getting it 
F 
And always gotta do it take it to another place 
C 
Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it 
Em 
And I gotta cut all through this traffic 
Am 
Just to be at the top of the throne 
F 
Better know I gotta have it, have it 


[Refrão]

 
Look at me now, look at me now 
Oh, I'm getting paper 
Look at me now 
Oh, look at me now 
Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker 

Verse 4: 
    C                                      Em 
Man fuck these bitch ass niggas, how y'all doin'? 
                       Am                          F 
I'm Lil Tunechi, I'm a nuisance, I go stupid, I go dumb like the 3 stooges 
            C                           Em 
I don't eat sushi, I'm the shit, no I'm pollution, no substitution 
      Am                              F 
Got a bitch that play in movies in my Jacuzzi, pussy juicy 
  C                                                Em 
I never gave a fuck about a hater, got money on my radar 
                               Am 
Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with an elevator 
    F 
You niggas ain't eatin', fuck it, tell a waiter 
              C 
Marley said, "Shoot 'em", and I said, "Okay" 
              Em 
If you wanted bullshit then I'm like olay 
        Am 
I don't care what you say, so don't even speak 
                  F 
Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil 
       C 
That's word to my flag, and my flag red 
    Em                                                Am 
I'm out of my head, bitch I'm outta my mind, from the bottom I climb 
                                            F 
You ain't hotter than mine, nope, not on my time and I'm not even trying 
C                                       Em 
What's poppin' Slime? Nothin' five, and if they trippin' fuck 'em five 
        Am                                   F 
I ain't got no time to shuck and jive, these niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie 
C 
Ciroc and sprite on a private flight, 
Em 
bitch I've been tight since "Guiding light", 
Am 
and my pockets right, and my diamonds white 
F 
And my momma's nice and my daddy's dead 
    C                                        Em 
You faggots scared 'cause I'm too wild, been here for a while 
                        Am 
I was like fuck trial I put it down 
                       F 
I'm so Young Money, if you got eyes look at me now, bitch 


[Refrão]

 
Look at me now, look at me now 
Oh, I'm getting paper 
Look at me now 
Oh, look at me now 
Yeah, I'm fresher than a motherfucker 

Okay, okay 
Is that right? 
I'm fresher than a motherfucker