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 Good to you She's about to earn some bragging rights I'm 'bout to

Four gold chains, gave two to my brothers (two to my brothers) Fame bring pain, but the pain make money (pain make money) Keep it one hunnit, baby girl, what's your number? (Girl, what's your number?) Girls numb the pain and the drugs get me numb-er

Sorry baby girl I gotta go right now Even though I want you I can't take you home right now I'm the shit till I die I'mma let you take this number to my phone right now You gon' fuck me just to get up in my zone right now You gon' force me just to get up