"See Me Now" as written by and Phonte Coleman D Mills....
I know you see me now right now
I know you see me now right now
Right now, right now, right now
I know you see me now right now

I got my suit and tie and I don’t know if y’all know
Well, maybe y’all do, or maybe y’all don’t
But I don’t really care, it’s how we on it all the time
So I’ma get my money, let’s go

Yeah, uh, now I’ma need you to kill the hypocrisy
This is an aristocracy
I’m Socrates, but my skin more chocolatey
What’s up with who? That’s old news
I’m in a speedboat in my boat shoes
Huh? I swear my whole collection’s so cruise
I might walk in Nobu wit' no shoes
"He just walked in Nobu like it was Whole Foods
That nigga crazy, I told you"
Immature adult, insecure asshole
And if you fall on the concrete, that’s your ass fault
If you pass on a Kan' beat, that’s your last fault
Get what you ask for, I swear that your ass low
She got a big booty, but she couldn’t drop that ass low
'Til you take your last ho and rope up all the cash flow
When you gettin' money, they be all up on your ass, yo
When you gettin' money, cops don’t let a nigga pass Go
Straight to jail, yo, in a hellhole
Right next to Lucifer, tell em I said, "Hello"
Ask if I’ma be there soon and tell him I said, “Hell no”
Yo, what you say when your people get out of jail, huh?

My niggas is home
I guess I got everything, everything I want
But I don’t, no matter how good it gets, it’ll never be like for
No women in the crowd, screamin' and it’s loud
Doin' things not allowed and I swear it’s going down right now
I know one thing, my mama would be proud
And you see me lookin' up
Cause I know she’s lookin' down right now

I know you see me now right now
I know you see me now right now
Right now, right now, right now
I know you see me now right now

Pour the champagne, let your watch show
Shorty got a man watch wrist look colossal
I admit my first watch was a Fossil
Now I’m in the Louvre lookin' for fossils
'Tention to detail is so uncanny
And the whip’s on the Sprewells, it’s so un-Camry
Somebody need to put us on camera
The world of Rollies and everyone families
Stay Jordan fresh, suits and Ferraris
Cute, your shorty watch Barney's, we head to Barney's
End up at Marni, Giorgio, service from Sergio Tacchini
Lamborghini, the chain throw off the vertigo
I know the flow just hit a hellified vertical
This the Christ year, last year was magic, 32
Lyrically, can’t none of y’all murder ‘Ye
Cause y’all raps ain’t got no vertebrae
I got style, ask June if she heard of me
I killed the fur last Paris, raised the murder rate
First of all, we all know the beats is
Like a mix between Fergie and Jesus
Imagine the direction of this immaculate conception
Every one of His Majesty’s swim parties is pageantries
Cannonball off the divin' board when I am bored
All my homies GDs, but I am Lord
Rap god, Greek mythology
And this life too crazy to think logically
Here’s somethin' that you could use in analogy
My life is like a child’s illusions become reality

Now go get my throne cause I don’t wanna stop
I just go in my zone and I’ma make it hot 'til it’s time to go
When it’s time to go, where you trying to go?
You better act like you can see me now

Exactly, Rosewood
I know you see me, I know you see me
I know you see me, it's like I'm 3D!

Man, today I am the freshest in the world, but that's the obvious
Damn, I look so sexy, and you look like a pile of shit
When I told my ex I loved her, she went and married another
And changed her whole name up, you a Yugoslavi' chick
"Be successful," that's what Dad told me
So everything I D-O now I OD
They say G.O.O.D. Music like the new Miami Heat, shit
Comparin' them to us, man they gotta add Kobe
Whoadie, holy moley went, from G-Shockin' to Rollie
From the D, coppin' in Beverly Hills, I'm Axel Foley
Nah, nah, baby boy, you Jody, in the party, they all know me
Yeah, I saw your ass in line, boy, you was lookin' like the old me
Presidential suit, my girls Michelle and Chanel
She gave me designer, uh, she keep it au natural
I say it again, I'm chasin' cheese, dodgin' rat traps
Chasin' pussy you might end up with a Kat Stacks
Nasty trick, you's a nasty chick
Uh, ooh, you know I like that nasty shit
Got it made in every way, gettin' paid every day
What Sean sound like? 'Ye protégé
Nah, nah, he sound like he a pro to me
"I know Kanye a jerk," how could you say that?
He rode me and my mama 'round in his Maybach
What kind of jerk is that? What kind of jerks is y'all?
Fuck it if he a jerk, I bet you jerk him off
Bet you take it off or chase him through the mall
We workin' twice as hard, so everything come in twos
Double drinks, double girls
We be gettin' paid like W-2
Rep Westside, throwin' up Ws
"We love you Sean," I love you too
Ooh-ooh, you know I do


Lyrics submitted by strykerchick

"See Me Now" as written by Sean Michael Anderson Dexter Mills

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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  • +1
    General Comment"And I'mma let you finish, but I got Beyonce on the track"

    Very, very nice.
    J. Doeon November 29, 2010   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThese beats be dope.
    Trampmastafunkon August 14, 2010   Link
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    General Commentin the '?' before lamborghini, he says tachini, from sergio tachini, another italian brand.

    besides just being yet another sick beat, i really like how he's singing along in the background to beyonce while she's doing her part, harmonizes really nicely.
    jmujkanoon December 08, 2010   Link

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