[Intro: Pharrell]

You know we back, right?

Clear the streets out

Come on with it, haha

Star Trak

[Verse 1: Pharrell]

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

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

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

[Chorus: Pusha T & Clipse]

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

[Verse 3: Pharrell]

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

[Verse 4: Malice]

Wanna know the time? Better clock us

Niggas bite the style from the shoes to the watches

We cloud hoppers, tailored suits 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

[Chorus: Pusha T & Clipse]

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