#1

Uh, uh, uh

I just gotta bring it to they attention, Dirty, that's all

You better watch who you talkin' 'bout

Runnin' your mouth like you know me

You gon' fuck around and jeer

Why not surely get gone or show me

Why one-on-one you can't hold me if your last name was Hand

Only way you wear me out is stitch my name on your pants

No resident of France, but you'd swear I'm from Paris

Hundred six karats

(Total?)

Naw, that's per wrist

Tryin' to compare this, my chain to your chain

I'm like Sprint or Motorola, no service, out of your range

You out of your brains thinkin' I'ma shout out your name

You gotta come up with better ways than that just to get your fame

All that pressure you applyin', it's time to ease off

Before I hit you from the blindside, takin' your sleeves off

As much as we's floss, still hard to please boss

Don't be lyin', bitchin' and cryin', suck it up as a loss

'Cause your acts is wack

Your whole label is wack, and matter fact

Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah-ah hold that

I am number one

No matter if you like it

Here, take it sit down and write it

I am number one

Now let me ask you man

What does it take to be number one?

Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers

What does it take to be number one?

Do you like it when I shake it for ya, daddy?

Move it all around?

Let you get a peep before it touches the ground?

Hell yeah, ma, I love a girl that's willin' to learn

Willin' to get in the driver's seat and willin' to turn

And not concerned about that "he say", "she say"

Did he say what I think he said?

Squash that, he probably got that off eBay

Or some internet access some website chat line

Mad 'cause I got mine

Ooh, don't wind up on the flatline

Oh, if my uncle could see me now

If he could see how many rappers wanna be me now

Straight emulating my style right to the down down

Can't leave out the store now, better wait till they calm down

I got hella shorties comin', askin', "Yo, where the party?"

Oh, Lordy, will I continue to act naughty?

Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin' for sure

I'm not a man of many words, but there's one thing I know, pimp

I am number one

No matter if you like it

Here, take it sit down and write it

I am number one

Ay, tell me now, Dirty

What does it take to be number one?

Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers

Tell me

What does it take to be number one?

Ayo, I'm tired of people judging what's real hip hop

Half the time it be them **** who fuckin' album flop

You know, boat done sank and it ain't left the dock

Mad 'cause I'm hot, he just mad 'cause he not

You ain't gotta gimme my props, just gimme the yachts

Gimme my rocks and keep my fans comin' in flocks

Till you top the Super Bowl, keep your mouth on lock

Shh, I'm awake

I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in real life

Taking nothin' for granted, blessin' e'rything on my life

Tryin' to see a new light at the top of the roof

Name not Siegel but I speak the truth

I heat the booth

Nelly acting so uncouth

Top down, shirt off in the coupe

Spreading the loot

With my family and friends and my closest of kin

And I'll do it again if it means I'mma win

Dirty

I am number one

No matter if you like it

Here, take it sit down and write it

I, I, I, I, I number one

'Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers

Number one

'Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers