She's about to earn some bragging rights I'm 'bout 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 Cause my clique hard 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 And I'mma be your memory Sing 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 'bout my boys I won't need it for what I'm about to do to you Bad bitch, 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 bitch, 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 ass Lightyears past the class Hit it, don't have to pass Nigga, we the new Aftermath Niggas after fame, I just had to laugh Niggas after fame, I'm after cash You's a fan of a player I'm the man, you's a hater And I only smoke papers That's how you tell them Taylors Nigga listen Break it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchen And not a thing comes out without permission Look, everything I got on I was made for Everything that I got I done came for All the shit 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 fuck 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 bitch, 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 bitch, 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 weed, you take the wheel We lose control Drop the top in that 69 Not Motor 1, not old Chevelle Can't say things like supposed to feel Stacking all of this paper, dawg I like to call this shit old news It means haters jocking our old moves Popping champagne cause we made it Pack in the Phantom, we faded All of this shit that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow Good to you Bad bitch, 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 bitch, 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