Remember You (feat. The Weeknd)

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
 Then I'ma be a memory
 Say it in my ears, so I can hear what you say to me
 I got cups full of that Rosé
 Smoke anything that's passed to me
 Don't worry 'bout my voice
 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 might 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 might 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 I'm a player
 I'm the man, you's a hater
 And I only smoke papers
 That's how you tell them Taylor'd
 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, 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
 Do to you
 Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
 I might 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 might 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
 And that motor roar in that old Chevelle
 Can't say a thing it's 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 won't remember tomorrow
 Do to you
 Bad bitch, girl, I think I might get used to you
 I might 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 might 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
 
 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
 Then I'ma be a memory
 Say it in my ears, so I can hear what you say to me
 I got cups full of that Rosé
 Smoke anything that's passed to me
 Don't worry 'bout my voice
 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 might 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 might 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 I'm a player
 I'm the man, you's a hater
 And I only smoke papers
 That's how you tell them Taylor'd
 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, 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
 Do to you
 Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you
 I might 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 might 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
 And that motor roar in that old Chevelle
 Can't say a thing it's 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 won't remember tomorrow
 Do to you
 Bad bitch, girl, I think I might get used to you
 I might 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 might 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