Remember You
She's about to earn some bragging rightsI'm 'bout to give it up like I've been holding back all nightGirl, take pride in what you wanna doEven if that means a new man every night inside of youBaby, I don't mindYou can tell by how I rollCause my clique hard and my cup coldMy tongue slurred cause I'm so throwedAnd I'm wiping sweat from my last showAnd he's TG and I'm XOI'm only here for one nightAnd I'mma be your memorySing it in my ears, so I can hear what you're saying to meI got cups full of that RoseSmoke anything that's passed to meDon't worry 'bout my boysI won't need it for what I'm about to do to youBad bitch, girl I think I might get used to youI'mma have to take your number when I'm through with youAll I ask of you is try to earn my memoryMake me remember you like you remember meBad bitch, girl I think I might get used to youI'mma have to take your number when I'm through with youAll I ask of you is try to earn my memoryMake me remember you like you remember me
Old rapping assLightyears past the classHit it, don't have to passNigga, we the new AftermathNiggas after fame, I just had to laughNiggas after fame, I'm after cashYou's a fan of a playerI'm the man, you's a haterAnd I only smoke papersThat's how you tell them TaylorsNigga listenBreak it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchenAnd not a thing comes out without permissionLook, everything I got on I was made forEverything that I got I done came forAll the shit that you see I done slaved forAll the cars and the crib, yeah that's paid forNeed I say moreSpend so much money on clothesSaid fuck a store, making my ownI hope that you're rolling one up while you're singing alongAnd know I was rolling one while I was making this songPour out some shotsYou're taking too longYoung and I'm richAnd plus all of my friends on that Bombay and lemonade
Good to youBad bitch, girl I think I might get used to youI'mma have to take your number when I'm through with youAll I ask of you is try to earn my memoryMake me remember you like you remember meBad bitch, girl I think I might get used to youI'mma have to take your number when I'm through with youAll I ask of you is try to earn my memoryMake me remember you like you remember me
I'm on some gin, you on some ginI'm moving slow, I'm driving fastI hit the weed, you take the wheelWe lose controlDrop the top in that 69Not Motor 1, not old ChevelleCan't say things like supposed to feelStacking all of this paper, dawgI like to call this shit old newsIt means haters jocking our old movesPopping champagne cause we made itPack in the Phantom, we fadedAll of this shit that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow