Chords for Chris Brown - Look At Me Now ft. Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes (Cover by Karmin)

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Chris Brown - Look At Me Now ft. Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes (Cover by Karmin) chords
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[A] [E] [F#m] [G#] [C#m] Yellow [E] model chick, yellow bottle slipping, yellow Lamborghini, yellow top [C#] missing.
[D#] Yup, yup, [E] that stuff [B] look like a [E] toupee.
I get what you get in ten years, in two [C#m] days.
[D#m] Let us love [A] me, a [C#m] Mamakuje, [E] if you get what I get.
What would you say?
He waxes it on and off.
Mr.
[A] Miyagi, [E] and them [F#m] suicide [C] doors.
[C#m] Arikari, look at me [A] now, look at me [F#m] now.
[C#m] I'm getting paper, look at me [A] now, look at me now.
[F#m] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
[C#] Fresh, what?
Little finger, [E] bigger finger,
because I'm killing every jig at that, try to be on my [C#m] stuff.
Better cuff your [E] man if you want him, I can get him because he accidentally slip and fall on my crack.
Oops, I said on my crack.
I didn't really [G#m] mean to say on my crack.
But since we talking about my [E] crack, all you haters say hi to [C#m] that.
I'm done.
No really though, I'm not [A] done.
[E] [F#m] Ay, [C] ay, ay, ay, [C#m] ay, ay, ay, ay.
Let's go.
[E] Cause I'm feeling like I'm running and I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get [C#m] away, get away.
But I [E] know that I don't and I will never stop, cause you [A] know I gotta win every [C#] day, day.
See [E] that I really, really wanna pop me, just know that you will never stop me.
And I [F#] know that I can be a little [Cm] cocky, oh, you ain't never gonna flop me.
Every time I come a jig, I gotta set it, then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it, then I gotta blow,
and then I gotta shatter any little thing a jig could think he be doing.
Cause it doesn't matter, cause I'm gonna, [G#] d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d
I'm gonna [E] murder everything and anything, I'm bada boom, bada bing
I gotta do a lot of [A] things and make it clear to a [E] couple chickens that I'm always [F#m] winning
And I gotta get it [C] again and again and [C#m] again
And I be doing it to death and now I move a little fowler jig
I better call a ref and everybody know my style, chicken rollin' on the vest
When I come I'm doing this and I be banging on my chest
And I bang in the east and I bang it in the west
And I come to give you more and I will never give you less
You will hear it in the street or you could read it in the [Em] press
Do you really wanna [G#] know what's next?
See the way we [Em] on it when we all up in the race
And you know we gotta [G#] go, don't try to keep up with the [C#m] pace
And we struggle in a [E] hustle and in sending it and getting it
And I always gotta [G#] do it, take it to another [A#] place, gotta taste it
And I gotta grab it, [E] and I gotta cut through [G#] all this traffic
[C#m] Just to be at the top of the throne, gotta know [G#m] I gotta have it
[D#m] Gotta have it
[C#m] Look at me [A] now, look at me now
[F#m] [C#m] I'm getting paper, look at me [A] now, look at me now
[F#m] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[G#m] Fresh, gonna, what?
Man, forget these haters, how y'all doing?
I'm Lil' Toon Chi, I'm a nuisance
I go stupid, I go dumb like the three stooges
I [C#] don't eat sushi, [D#] I'm the stuff
[E] No pollution, no [G#m] substitution
[A] Now I'm chilling, [E] playing movies, and [F#m] my jacuzzi [G#] fruit is juicy
[C#] I never give a damn about a hitter, got money in my radar
Dressed like a skater, got a big house, came with an elevator
You jiggas ain't eating, go tell a weeder
Molly said shoot him, and I said, okay, you on that bush
I'm like, ole, don't care what you say, so don't even speak
Your boyfriend a freak like Sir Faisal A
That's word to my flag, and my flag red
I'm out of my head, yo, I'm out of my mind
From the bottom I climb, you ain't harder than mine
No part of my time, not [D] even trying
What's [C#] popping, slime?
Nothing vibing
If they tripping, forgetting fribing
I ain't got no time to shuck and drive
These jiggas as sweet as pumpkin pie
So rocking's right on a private fly
Yo, I've been tight since God enlightened
My pocket's white, my diamond's white
My mama's nice, and my [G#] daddy's gone
Y'all please [C#] be scared, cause I'm too wild
Been here for a while, I was like, no try
I put [A] it down, I'm so [E] young, honey
You [F#m] got eyes, look at [C] me now, [C#m] oh
Look at me now, [A] look at me now
[F#m] I'm [C#m] getting paper, look at me now
[A] Look at me now, [F#m] yeah, yeah, yeah
[C#m] Brush that mud, what?
[D#m] [E] [G#m]
[D#] Okay, [Em] [G#m] okay, [C#] [D#m] [E] is that [C#m] right?
[E] I'm fresh, gonna look, what?
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[A] _ [E] _ [F#m] _ [G#] [C#m] Yellow [E] model chick, yellow bottle slipping, yellow Lamborghini, yellow top [C#] missing.
[D#] Yup, yup, [E] that stuff [B] look like a [E] toupee.
I get what you get in ten years, in two [C#m] days.
[D#m] Let us love [A] me, a [C#m] Mamakuje, [E] if you get what I get.
What would you say?
He waxes it on and off.
Mr.
[A] Miyagi, [E] and them [F#m] suicide [C] doors.
[C#m] Arikari, look at me [A] now, look at me [F#m] now.
_ [C#m] I'm getting paper, look at me [A] now, look at me now.
[F#m] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
[C#] Fresh, what?
Little finger, [E] bigger finger,
because I'm killing every jig at that, try to be on my [C#m] stuff.
Better cuff your [E] man if you want him, I can get him because he accidentally slip and fall on my crack.
Oops, I said on my crack.
I didn't really [G#m] mean to say on my crack.
But since we talking about my [E] crack, all you haters say hi to [C#m] that.
I'm done.
No really though, I'm not [A] done.
[E] [F#m] Ay, [C] ay, ay, ay, [C#m] ay, ay, ay, ay.
Let's go.
[E] Cause I'm feeling like I'm running and I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get [C#m] away, get away.
But I [E] know that I don't and I will never stop, cause you [A] know I gotta win every [C#] day, day.
See [E] that I really, really wanna pop me, just know that you will never stop me.
And I [F#] know that I can be a little [Cm] cocky, oh, you ain't never gonna flop me.
Every time I come a jig, I gotta set it, then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it, then I gotta blow,
and then I gotta shatter any little thing a jig could think he be doing.
Cause it doesn't matter, cause I'm gonna, [G#] d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d
I'm gonna [E] murder everything and anything, I'm bada boom, bada bing
I gotta do a lot of [A] things and make it clear to a [E] couple chickens that I'm always [F#m] winning
And I gotta get it [C] again and again and [C#m] again
And I be doing it to death and now I move a little fowler jig
I better call a ref and everybody know my style, chicken rollin' on the vest
When I come I'm doing this and I be banging on my chest
And I bang in the east and I bang it in the west
And I come to give you more and I will never give you less
You will hear it in the street or you could read it in the [Em] press
Do you really wanna [G#] know what's next?
See the way we [Em] on it when we all up in the race
And you know we gotta [G#] go, don't try to keep up with the [C#m] pace
And we struggle in a [E] hustle and in sending it and getting it
And I always gotta [G#] do it, take it to another [A#] place, gotta taste it
And I gotta grab it, [E] and I gotta cut through [G#] all this traffic
[C#m] Just to be at the top of the throne, gotta know [G#m] I gotta have it
[D#m] Gotta have it
[C#m] Look at me [A] now, look at me now
[F#m] _ [C#m] I'm getting paper, look at me [A] now, look at me now
[F#m] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[G#m] Fresh, gonna, what?
Man, forget these haters, how y'all doing?
I'm Lil' Toon Chi, I'm a nuisance
I go stupid, I go dumb like the three stooges
I [C#] don't eat sushi, [D#] I'm the stuff
[E] No pollution, no [G#m] substitution
[A] Now I'm chilling, [E] playing movies, and [F#m] my jacuzzi [G#] fruit is juicy
[C#] I never give a damn about a hitter, got money in my radar
Dressed like a skater, got a big house, came with an elevator
You jiggas ain't eating, go tell a weeder
Molly said shoot him, and I said, okay, you on that bush
I'm like, ole, don't care what you say, so don't even speak
Your boyfriend a freak like Sir Faisal A
That's word to my flag, and my flag red
I'm out of my head, yo, I'm out of my mind
From the bottom I climb, you ain't harder than mine
No part of my time, not [D] even trying
What's [C#] popping, slime?
Nothing vibing
If they tripping, forgetting fribing
I ain't got no time to shuck and drive
These jiggas as sweet as pumpkin pie
So rocking's right on a private fly
Yo, I've been tight since God enlightened
My pocket's white, my diamond's white
My mama's nice, and my [G#] daddy's gone
Y'all please [C#] be scared, cause I'm too wild
Been here for a while, I was like, no try
I put [A] it down, I'm so [E] young, honey
You [F#m] got eyes, look at [C] me now, [C#m] oh
Look at me now, [A] look at me now
[F#m] I'm [C#m] getting paper, look at me now
[A] Look at me now, [F#m] yeah, yeah, yeah
[C#m] Brush that mud, what?
_ [D#m] _ [E] _ [G#m] _
[D#] Okay, [Em] [G#m] okay, [C#] _ [D#m] _ [E] is that [C#m] right?
[E] I'm fresh, gonna look, what? _ _ _ _

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