text: Shes about to earn some bragging rights
  Im bout to give it up like Ive been holding back all night
  Girl, take pride in what you want to do
  Even if that means a new man every night inside of you
  Baby, I dont mind
  You can tell by how I roll
  Cause my clique hot and my cup cold
  My talk slurred cause I’m so throwed
  And Im wiping sweat from my last show
  And hes TG and Im XO
  Im only here for one night
  Then Ima be a memory
  Say it in my ear, so I can hear what you say to me
  I got cups full of that Rosé
  Smoke anything thats passed to me
  Dont worry bout my voice
  I wont need it for what Im about to do to you
  Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
  I might have to take your number when Im 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 might have to take your number when Im 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
  Light years past the class
  Hit it, dont have to pass
  Nigga, we the new Aftermath
  Niggas after fame, I just had to laugh
  Niggas after fame, Im after cash
  Yous a fan, Im a player
  Im the man, yous a hater
  And I only smoke papers
  Thats how you tell Im Taylord
  Nigga listen
  Break it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchen
  And not a thing goes down 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 thats paid for
  Need I say more
  Spend so much money on clothes
  Said fuck a store, making my own
  I hope that youre rolling one up while youre singing along
  And know I was rolling one while I was making this song
  Pour out some shots
  Youre taking too long
  Young and Im rich
  And plus all of my friends on that Bombay and lemonade
  Do to you
  Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
  I might have to take your number when Im 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 might have to take your number when Im through with you
  All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
  Make me remember you like you remember me
  Im on some gin, you on some gin
  Im moving slow, Im driving fast
  I hit the weed, you take the wheel
  We lose control
  Drop the top in that 69
  And that motor roar in that old Chevelle
  Can’t say a thing, how you supposed to feel
  Stacking all of this paper, dawg
  I like to call this shit old news
  And these haters jocking our old moves
  Popping champagne cause we made it
  Back of the Phantom, we faded
  All of this shit that I did I probably wont remember tomorrow
  Do to you
  Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
  I might have to take your number when Im 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 might have to take your number when Im through with you
  All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
  Make me remember you like you remember me
  Oh, oh
  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
  Used to you
  Through with you
  Memory, remember you