Shit I remember, every single one of them Even that one and that one Everyone's eyes and lips I even remember the one I met in November The one I met in December 2021 last Summer I met this girl, like she was superb Her name starts with a C Did you hear that she forgot about me They still made fun of me, that she forgot about me Since you been gone, I been having withdrawals You were such a habit to call I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, "Naw She better with some fella with a regular job" I didn't wanna get her involved By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe Hopped into my car; drove far Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp Butter knife, what a life, anyway I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway? She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin If models are made for modelin' Thick girls are made for cuddlin' Switch worlds and we can huddle then Who needs another friend? I need to hold your hand You'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands I remember your cute little braces But I haven't talked to you in such a long time You prolly got them off already Maybe your boyfriends name is Eddie You were so colorful like confetti and trust me man I was ready Before you went to bed, you always said Goodnight RB, goodnight C Okay, now open your mind up and listen to me RB I'm your consciousness If you don't hear me yeah you will be history RB I know that you're nauseous right now I'm just hoping to lead you to victory RB Imagine I hear you the moment it will happen man Fuck you bitch, fuck you too, shit And I'm sober, everything's over She don't even know me anymore, texted her a couple of days ago I said "Hi man, you remember me?" She like "who the fuck is this? man fuck off" I said "Yo man that's not cool" "You better be jokin' bitch" "Or imma slap you bitch" "And throw you in the ditch bitch" "Go do the dishes bitch, cuz that's what you're made for hoe"

I said her from the city So her got to be witty She said him from the country So, him got to be funky, funky Mama I'm a millionaire but I feel like a bum Mama I'm a millionaire but I feel like the only one I, I, I, I woke up early this morning I don't think y'all heard me I woke up early this morning I don't think y'all heard me I woke up early this morning I don't think, think y'all heard me I woke up early this morning, but I still ain't see the sun Papa I'm a millionaire But Saks Fifth Ave don't sell affection (Saks Fifth Ave. don't sell affection) Papa I'm a millionaire But I ain't moving in the right direction Something ain't right, I know I ain't rich until he is rich and she is rich, then we is rich I ain't rich until he is rich and she is rich, then we is rich I ain't rich until he is rich and she is rich, then we is rich I ain't rich until he is rich and she is rich, then we is rich, mm-mm Where there is cheese there are rats Wherever there are rats there are cats Wherever there are cats there are dogs If you got the dogs, you got bitches Bitches always out to put their paws on your riches If you got riches, you got glitches If you got glitches in your life computer, turn it off And then reboot it, now you back on Can't just put the cap on the old bottle once you pop it, that will spoil it Go on and drink it and enjoy it, mama, mama Mia What's a girl to do when she has dimes no time just play-yay-yay-yay What's a girl to do instead of me it's you'll be true-woo-woo-woo What's a girl to do in a world of greed but kneel and pray-yay-yay-yay What's a girl to do when she's lost her long time friends that's lie-ie-ie-ie-ied I, I'm feeling sad like a million bucks I, I, I, I, I, I'm feeling sad like a million I, I, I'm feeling sad like a million Sad like a million I, I, I, I, I, I'm feeling sad

You a bad girl and your friends bad too, oh We got the swag sauce, she drippin' swagu You a bad girl and your friends bad too, oh We got the swag sauce, she drippin' swagu I may be young, but I'm ready To give you all my love I told my girls you can get it Don't slow it down, just let it go So in love, I'll give it all away Just don't tell nobody tomorrow So tonight, I'll do it every way Speakers knockin' 'til the morning light 'Cause we like to party Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay 'Cause we like to party Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay 'Cause we like to party Your touch is driving me crazy I can't explain the way I feel Top down with the radio on And the night belongs to us Just hold me close, don't let me go So in love, I don't care what they say I don't care if they're talking tomorrow 'Cause tonight's the night, oh-oh-oh-oh That I give you everything, music knockin' 'til the morning light 'Cause we like to party Set the scene, 3000 degrees Ain't worried 'bout them f- niggas over there, but they worried 'bout me I gotta homeboy named Butta, and another homeboy, this n- named Cheese F- with me, baby, I make it milk 'til it drip down yo' knees Spit this shit fo' real-lo, Brain Brillo Kiddo say he looks up to me, this just makes me feel old Never thought that we could become someone else's hero Man, we were just in the food court, eating our gyros Yesterday, that's the way, every single morning I try to pray Grandmama 'dem, they never forgot, nothing else really mean nothing to me I ain't studdin' the beat, talkin' to me? Girl, why you f'in with me? Move on, ain't nothin' to see Shh, always somethin' to saw, I'm the raw of the rip 'Cause of him, all of them Will remember the min-nute that they fell in love with rap Black like having yo' cousin back, blue like when they rent is due Cream like when I'm lovin' you, yeah So in love, I'll give it all away Just don't tell nobody tomorrow 'Cause tonight's the night, oh-oh-oh-oh That I give you everything Music knockin' 'til the morning light 'Cause we like to party Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay 'Cause we like to party Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay 'Cause we like to party You a bad girl and your friends bad too, oh We got the swag sauce, she drippin' swagu You a bad girl and your friends bad too, oh We got the swag sauce, she drippin' swagu

Darlin', I have to be moved from afar The truth is the only thing worth holding onto anymore (Anymore) Untie me, let me loose from the cord I'm so gone, so far, I deserve more (More, I deserve more) Yeah I'm begging you (I beg) I'm begging you, please, come home (Please) No one even begs anymore (Come home) I'm begging you (I beg) I'm begging you, please, come home (Please) No one even begs anymore (Come home) Who should I rest blame upon When all of the signs are brightly drawn And point back to your open arms? (Point back to your open arms) Back too soon, but I'm here for the last of support No longer bound by a broken heart (Bound by a broken heart) I'm begging you (I beg) I'm begging you, please, come home (Please) No one even begs anymore (Come home) I'm begging you (I beg) I'm begging you, please, come home (Please) No one even begs anymore Somewhere in a plane over water My love, my love Home base, wifey turn it off before I touch down You're all I need, all of me on my knees Normally harmony, bumblebee, hummingbird I'm a nerd, study you What are you, WWF? We fighting, we might need counseling Possibly more so me Sounds to me frowns'll be grounds to leave Hounds'll be looking for you before you drop a tear, apres diem Stop pretending that I ain't him I ain't them, dim sum dumpling I remember when you start dyeing them silver hairs And start hiding from your age I ask. why? How come? Amazing how time can run away from us I'm no nun, you're no priest But I promise, hun, you gon' see A phenomenon, come with me Like it's Ramadan, I don't eat Like it's Comic Con, I'm a freak for you (Yeah!) I'm begging now, pretty please with cherries on top Hairy wet twat Harriet Tub-man, I don't give up And if your gut tells you to strut, then strut Then I'll hail you a car, but what man won't beg? You know I'm nutmeg I will show up on a lil' moped With a lil' puppy, it'll be fluffy You will un-toughen We can discuss it You know I'm suffering I do miss my friend I don't like my fin bent up, Tilikum, well, that's ill-informed Sweet stuff, Willa Wonk', we stuck, Billabong 'Least at minumum we gon' get along Peace and inner calm, geez, it's been a long T-I-M-E, um, please, I'm feeling dumb Please, I'm feeling dumb Please, I'm feeling dumb

I told that bitch, I told that bitch I told that bitch, I told that bitch I told that bitch, I told that bitch Yeah, this for the niggas with Benzes and the niggas without 'em Scram, ho! I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho These cars don't mean shit, these hoes don't mean shit These clothes don't mean shit, these shows don't mean shit, whoaaaaa (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) Graduated from the fabricated sabotages Conversated with a lady goin' Lambo crazy Bitch, you better cut it, shawty, I'm 'bout to cut you off Oh, you greedy in Tahiti, I just seen your flaw Aye, tell that girl you 'bout to settle, whatchu tired of? Aye, see how she react when you're no longer in your Beemer Then she find out that the Bentley wasn't really rented Can you sell a kilo? Help a nigga move a kilo Oh, you want the private jet to take a flight to Rio Can't no Maybach prevent a nigga from makin' mula Oh, you gold diggin' diggin' graveyard loser Ain't none of my cars American, King of Zamunda Let's have a heart-to-heart, drink wine, make art Backseat of the Benzo, the AMG Can you love a thug, is all make believe Pure fantasy, I see through it easily I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho I told the girl I'm 'bout to sell the Porsche, I'm tired of it She go and told these folks I'm goin' broke, a smile poured From my lips, cuz if I'm broke, it's only hearted Broken records from broken English, that's all it Hol' up and if I were, why? Would you throw a party? Affection is so convenient when ballin' Correction: these hoes don't mean it when fallin' I guess that's why Lois can't be with Clark Kent Fly on a nigga back while he Superman But if I'm in a wheelchair, you still there? Stop searchin' for words, I feel stupid, man The shit is the Pittsburgh, I still care White button downs and Emory scrubs Had to write her birthday down because my memory sucks But this shit comes back up like some acid reflux Or a Michael Jackson jacket with some plastic zippers I was zippin' through the city and I don't give a fuck 1994 Toyota Land Cruiser because That bitch ain't never broke down on me, why would I do that to her? Simplism, symbolism, I'll pull up at a club And might not never buy a new car again, if I can help it Cause if I buy one, they gon sell ten, then what I'm left with? Throw a nigga one on the strength, then we might could talk Til' then, I will ride my fuckin' bike, or walk Eh? I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho I told that girl, I told that girl tell the truth Say she the realest bitch I ever met, then show me some proof These girls be droppin' these lies, these girls be makin' shit up She don't wanna stand in my line, she tryna come to the front Yeah, she love her country but hate American cars For the shape of them, he'll have you know all of them bitches is foreign If yellow seems to be the color in fashion What happens to all of this good black pussy he keep ignorin'? The world told him don't shit rhyme with orange The girl is only with him because he's tourin' Well go on angel, I don't blame you, don't hang yo head I know it's survival for you, get it like an IOU She's so, materialistic I'm just enjoyin' life, I'm livin' life, you know? That worldwide pussy, yeah, worldwide pussy, yeah Pull up at this girl crib bumpin' Lil' Boosie, yeah I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho These cars don't mean shit, these hoes don't mean shit These clothes don't mean shit, these shows don't mean shit, whoaaaaa (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) (Whatchutola, what, whatchutola) We drive these cars on the regular This life that I live is incredible We gon be fly whenever, we gettin' richer forever Without these foreign vehicles, can we still gon' be together? Tell me