Remember You (feat. The Weeknd)

Babe

She's about to earn some bragging rights

I'm 'bout to give it up

Like I've been holdin' back all night

Girl, take pride in what you want to do

Even if that means a new man every night

Inside of you

Oh, baby, I don't mind

You can tell by how I roll

'Cause my clique hot, and my cup cold

My talk slurred, 'cause I'm so throwed

I'm wipin' sweat from my last show

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 rose

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 ya

I might have to take your number when I'm through with ya

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 ya

I might have to take your number when I'm through with ya

All I ask of you, is try to earn my memory

Make me remember you

Like you remember me

Ol' rappin' ass

Light years past the class

Hit it, don't have to pass

****, we the new aftermath

**** after fame, I just have to laugh

**** after fame, I'm after cash

You's a fan, I'm a player

I'm a man, you's a hater

And I only smoke papers

That's how you tell that I'm Taylor'd

****, listen

Break it down, rollin' weed on the island of my kitchen

And not a thing goes down without permission

Look

Everything that 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 rollin' one up while you singin' along

And know I was rollin' one while I was makin' 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 ya

Bad bitch

Girl, I think I might get used to ya

I might have to take your number when I'm through with ya

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 ya

I might have to take your number when I'm through with ya

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 want some gin

I'm movin' slow, I'm drivin' 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, that's how you supposed to feel

Yeah

Stackin' all of this paper, dawg

I like to call this shit old news

And these haters jockin' our old moves

Poppin' 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 ya

Bad bitch

Girl, I think I might get used to ya

I might have to take your number when I'm through with ya

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 ya

I might have to take your number when I'm through with ya

All I ask of you, is try to earn my memory

Make me remember you

Like you remember me

Oh, yeah

Used to ya

Through with ya

All I ask of you, is try to earn my memory

Make me remember you

Like you remember me

Used to ya

Through with ya

Memory

Remember you

Whoa