Clipse, Pharrell - Mr. Me Too lyrics

You know we back, right?
Clear the streets out come on with it, haha
Star Trak

Niggas is haters
I'm doin' deals like the majors
Ice Cream sneakers, I signed my first skater
So you can pay three and
Buy yourself some Bapestas
Bulletproof under T-shirts because
They hate us
Do like Snoop say, step your game up
Double-decker boat nigga, Meditterane' up
D-Class Asscher cuts, tuck your chain up
Liberace fingers, niggas hit Lorraine up
Just last week, I was out in Aspen
Me and Puff hoppin' off the plane
Both us laughin'
A week before that, I was out in Italy
Italian heartthrobs could not get rid of me
Up in Donatella crib, me and like ten hoes
Call from the cell phone, "Give me that Enzo"
(Yes, sir)
I know what you thinkin', "yeah, me too"
Okay, everybody meet Mr me Too

Been two years like I
Was paddy wagon cruisin' streets was yours
You're dunce cappin' and kazooin'
I was just assumin' you'd
Keep the coke movin' but I got one question
What the fuck y'all been doin'? (Come on)
Pyrex stirs turned into Cavalli furs
The full length cat, when I wave
The kitty purrs (Meow)
All my niggas caked up
Sellin' gray and beige dust
Have that money right or end up
In the trunk taped up
We don't chase or duck
We only race for bucks
Peel money rolls 'til our thumbs
Get the paper cuts
Chill, retardo, South Beach Gallardo
Teal started up, go brrr like it's Nardo
Women, if you love me, please let me know
Tie rags 'round your neck and
Learn the sets we throw
These are the days of our lives
And I'm sorry to the fans
But them crackers weren't playin'
Fair at Jive

I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay, we get it, yep, yeah, you too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay, everybody meet Mr me Too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay, we get it, yep, yeah, you too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay, everybody meet Mr me Too

I know what you thinkin'
Why I call you "Me Too?"
'Cause everythin' I say, I got you sayin'
"Me too"
I say I got a Benzo, you say, "Me too"
You hangin' out the window so
They can see you
But you ain't hangin' out the window
When you in that G2
Or that G3 or G4 like we dos
Star Trak, Clipse, Malice, come on

Wanna know the time? Better clock us
Niggas bite the style from the
Shoes to the watches we cloud hoppers
Tailored suit's like we mobsters
Break down keys into dimes and
Sell 'em like Gobstoppers
Who gon' stop us? Not a goddamn one of you
Mean with the re-up, nigga
We street tumblers
Ivory white, yeah that's the same color
Of a 'Zure, nigga
Best believe it's the Mulliner
Take no prisoners, rap niggas are whisperers
Choke on your own spit just as
Soon as you mention us
Champagne corks is kicked by Louis sports and
Keep my hoes in Pucc' and Charles Jourdan, uh
Cop it, chrome it, touchscreen component
Mink on the floor, make you hot, don't it?
You don't wanna know what the
Fuck I spent on it tomorrow ain't promised
So we live for the moment

I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay, we get it, yep, yeah, you too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay, everybody meet Mr me Too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay, we get it, yep, yeah, you too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay, everybody meet Mr me Too