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 [bad word]  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 [bad word]  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

[Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa]
 Old rapping [bad word]  Lightyears past the class
 Hit it, don’t have to pass
 [bad word]  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
 [bad word] listen
 Break it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchen
 And not a [bad word] out without permission
 Look, everything I got on I was made for
 Everything that I got I done came for
 All the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 lemondae

[Hook]
 Good to you
 Bad [bad word]  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 [bad word]  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

[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa]
 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 [bad word] old news
 It means haters jocking our old moves
 Popping champagne cause we made it
 Pack in the Phantom, we faded
 All of this [bad word] that I did I probably won’t remember tomorrow