Remember You

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

Baby You can tell by how I roll

Cause my clique hot and my cup cold

My tongue slurred cause I'm so throwed

And I'm wiping sweat from my last show

And he's TG and I'm XO

I'm only here for one night

Then I'mma 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 b**ch, girl I think I might get used to you

I'mma 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 b**ch, girl I think I might get used to you

I'mma 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 a**

Light years past the class

Hit it, don't have to pass

Ni**a, we the new Aftermath

Niggas after fame, I just have to laugh

Niggas 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

Ni**a listen

Break it down, rolling w**d

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

Said f**k a 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 b**ch, girl I think I might get used to you

I'mma 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 b**ch, girl I think I might get used to you

I'mma 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 w**d, 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 b**ch, girl I think I might get used to you

I'mma 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 b**ch, girl I think I might get used to you

I'mma 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