conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Know Bout Me with the following description: We first heard snippets of this track on the MCHG tour stop in Birmingham, but now the full audio drops. Taken from the 2014 release ‘Text Book Timbo’, the song shows that the legendary producer hasn’t lost a step.
  
  Timbo and Drizzy have previously collaborated on “Say Something” off Tim’s last album Shock Value II. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Jay Z]
  We gotta sell these bitches the dream, my nigga
  Niggas like Walt Disney around this bitch
  [Verse 1: Timbaland]
  You're in the presence of the real
  Can't fathom where I'm at, baby, pop another pill
  In a whole 'nother realm
  If you want to make a movie let me know
  It's a whole another film
  I suggest you get your dress for the Golden Globes
  What you know about Tim
  Top down, the Aventador, 4 AM
  On the sunset strip
  Trying to get high at the sunset, baby don't trip
  Hollywood lights, Miami nights
  I'm on a motherfucking binge
  Just might go and buy a Benz
  Or trade a car for your friends
  Oh yeah, we playing with them M's
  [Hook: Timbaland]
  Ridin' down Collins with my entourage following
  Just left SoHo headed to the Go-Go
  Lap dance for the girls
  Let me put her hands on her curves
  You ain't about that life, you scurred
  Ah, baby, you scurred—like 
  skrrt
   to the crib
  What you know about the kid?
  What you know bout me, what you know bout me
  What you know bout me, what you know bout me
  Not a muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin thing
  Not a muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin thing [Verse 2: Drake]
  I just got back home, 40 days on vacation
  No one killing the game, shit is all for the taking
  What the fuck did I stutter? Am I being mistaken?
  I'm a s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-star in the makin'
  Who you said was the man? What the fuck is a deal?
  Really do it the best, I'm DJ Khaled for real
  Got my thumb on the pulse, got impeccable timin'
  If they forgot about my worth, I got a check to remind 'em
  Got some things on the wrist, Cartier with the diamonds
  If this was 10 years ago nigga would've went diamond
  I been singing and rapping, I make a killin' in both
  If I had to choose a Jackson man, I'm feelin' like Bo
  Fresh down to the socks, team look like the Raiders
  I don't take this shit for granted, I'd like to thank my creator
  I'm coming b-b-b-b-b-b-b-back on you haters
  I'm 'bout to put this bitch on her back and get back to you later
  Man, what's up?
  [Hook: Timbaland]
  Ridin' down Collins with my entourage following
  Just left SoHo headed to the Go-Go
  Lap dance for the girls
  Let her put her hands on the curves
  You ain't about that life, you scurred
  Ah, baby, you scurred—like 
  skrrt
   to the crib
  What you know about the kid
  What you know bout me, what you know bout me
  What you know bout me, what you know bout me
  Not a muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin thing
  Not a muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin thing [Outro: James Fauntleroy]
  Imagine straight from work to the plane
  Ain't no baggage claim
  Don't need to change your clothes, girl, or your last name
  Motherfuckers want to act like I'mma call
  If you want to be a star, girl you need a co-star
  Got some bitches we can call up, babe
  Now they want to know who you are and how you got there
  Girl, I can try to care, oh, get you out of here
  You and all this gold on me
  On a plane going home, not as you want
  What you motherfuckers know about me?