Remember You lyrics

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

• Artist:Wiz Khalifa
• Album:O.N.I.F.C.