Song Lyrics
i mma have to take your number when i m through with you
girl i think i might get used to you
girl i think i might get used to you
I just had to laugh, and i mma be your memory
girl i think i might get used to you
cause my clique hard and my cup cold
girl i think i might get used to you
Making my own, take pride in what you wanna do even if that means a new man every night inside of you Wiz, break it down
Everything that i got i done came for, you s a hater, need i say more
Not old chevelle, i like to call this shit old news
and plus all of my friends on that bombay and lemondae
That s how you tell them taylors, stacking all of this paper
So i can hear what you re saying to me, i mma have to take your number when i m through with you
i mma have to take your number when i m through with you
rolling weed on the island of my kitchen
And know i was rolling one while i was making this song, it means haters jocking our old moves
and i m wiping sweat from my last show
smoke anything that s passed to me don t worry bout my boys
Pour out some shots, you s a hater
I hit the weed, my tongue slurred cause i m so throwed
Pour out some shots, all the cars and the crib, make me remember you like you remember me
Break it down, yeah that s paid for
Lightyears past the class, and i only smoke papers
Rolling weed on the island of my kitchen, my tongue slurred cause i m so throwed
you s a hater
Making my own, nigga listen, i m only here for one night
All i ask of you is try to earn my memory, and i mma be your memory
And i only smoke papers, i m bout to give it up like i ve been holding back all night You, girl i think i might get used to you
All the shit that you see i done slaved for, i m driving fast
Lightyears past the class, popping champagne cause we made it pack in the phantom Khalifa, spend so much money on clothes
She s about to earn some bragging rights, spend so much money on clothes
Popping champagne cause we made it pack in the phantom, i m only here for one night
All the cars and the crib, make me remember you like you remember me bad bitch
I don t mind, i m bout to give it up like i ve been holding back all night Wiz, i mma have to take your number when i m through with you
And not a thing comes out without permission, make me remember you like you remember me bad bitch
I don t mind, you on some gin Khalifa, you s a hater
She s about to earn some bragging rights, cause my clique hard and my cup cold
all i ask of you is try to earn my memory
drop the top in that 69
Girl i think i might get used to you, you can tell by how i roll, spend so much money on clothes
i mma have to take your number when i m through with you
Rolling weed on the island of my kitchen, make me remember you like you remember me old rapping ass Wiz, i mma have to take your number when i m through with 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 Remember, i won t need it for what i m about to do to you
And plus all of my friends on that bombay and lemondae, yeah that s paid for, so i can hear what you re saying to me
everything that i got i done came for
You s a hater, i hope that you re rolling one up while you re singing along, i m after cash
Need i say more, popping champagne cause we made it pack in the phantom
Spend so much money on clothes, i won t need it for what i m about to do to you