We number 1 ( Yeah, so fresh so fly, yeah Derrty) We number 1 on this rap shit We number 1 on the charts
I'm number 1 Stunna, derrty
Fourth quarter, I'm goin' hard If my money stupid, my credit card's a retard The Lamborghini Bugatti all in the same yard I want the freak and the lady all in the same broad Bal-lin' way before Jim Jones, I gots to be the richest nigga with this skin tone Somebody get the doctor on the phone My diagnosis I got gettin' money syndrome (hey) I got that hustler's disease I got paper-chasin' tendencies and yet to find a remedy So shorty feelin' me the way I be dressed She like my white tee neck V polo crescent My tie gold purple label 3 piece dressin' I'm a young woman's blessin' I'm every woman's confession (woo) To older women you can call me cougar bait (yeah) To all you haters I'm a call ya too late
I'm number 1 Stunna, derrty Stunna, derrty
Diamond 'round my neck, diamond 'round my teeth Diamond on my bitch, diamond on my fleet Harley on the bike, lovin' nigga stripes I shine O.G. third wall loud wipes Uptown soldier floss on the ass Make a hundred G's nigga bouncin' on the slabs Make a hundred G's nigga spend it on the aves Move a hundred B's garbage bag full of cash (bitch) Go on to the lot (lot), shittin' on they ass (shittin' on they ass) Meet us in the Hummer 250 on the dash (250 on the dash yeah) Early in the morning with the sunshine Got a yacht in the yard, Ocean Flyer Ocean time, ocean view, pearly white waves on them 22's Five new Bentleys out the paper bag To the paper tag shinin' on they ass
