She's about to earn some bragging rights
I'm about to give it up like
I've been holding back all night
Girl take pride in what you wanna do
Even if that means a new man every night inside of you
Baby I don't mind
You can tell by how I roll
My clique hot and my cup cold
My tongue slurred 'cause I'm so throwed
And I'm wiping sweat from my last show
He's tg and I'm xo
I'm only here for one night
Then I'm gonna be your memory
Say it in my ears
So I can hear what you're saying to me
I got cups full of that rose
Smoke anything that's passed to me
Don't worry about my voice
I won't need it for what I'm about to do to you
Bad girl I think I might get used to you
I'm gonna have to take your number
When I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Bad girl I think I might get used to you
I'm gonna have to take your number
When I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Old rapping
Light years past the class
Hit it don't have to pass
Ni**a we the new aftermath
Ni**as after fame I just have to laugh
Ni**as after fame I'm after cash
You's a fan I'm a player
I'm the man you's a hater
And I only smoke papers
That's how you tell that I'm tailored
Listen
Break it down rolling weed on the island of my kitchen
And not a thing goes out without permission
Look everything I got on I was made for
Everything that I got I done came for
All the sh*t that you see I done slaved for
All the cars and the crib yeah that's paid for
Need I say more
Spend so much money on clothes
Store making my own
I hope that you're rolling one up while you're singing along
And know I was rolling one while I was making this song
Pour out some shots
You're taking too long
Young and I'm rich
And plus all of my friends on that bombay and lemonade
Good to you
Bad girl I think I might get used to you
I'm gonna have to take your number
When I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Bad girl I think I might get used to you
I'm gonna have to take your number
When I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
I'm on some gin you on some gin
I'm moving slow I'm driving fast
I hit the weed you take the wheel
We lose control
Drop the top in that 69
Not motor 1 not old chevelle
Can't say things are like supposed to feel
Stacking all of this paper dawg
I like to call this sh*t old news
It means haters jocking our old moves
Popping champagne 'cause we made it
Back of the phantom we faded
All of this sh*t that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow
Good to you
Bad girl I think I might get used to you
I'm gonna have to take your number
When I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Bad girl I think I might get used to you
I'm gonna have to take your number
When I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Used to you
Through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Used to you
Through with you
Memory remember you remember me