We number one!
(Yeah, so fresh, so fly)
We number one on this rap shit!
(Yeah dirty)
We number one on the charts
(C.M.B., yeah)

I'm number one!
(Stunna)
(Dirty)
Man we the best, man!
Listen, I'm number one!
(Stunna)
(Dirty)
I'm number one!
(Stunna)
(Dirty)
I'm number one!
(Stunna)
(Dirty)
Man we the best, man!

Aye fourth quarter, I'm goin' hard
If my money's 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
Ballin' 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 they yet to find a remedy
So shorty feelin' me the way I be dressin'
She like my white tee, neck V, Polo pressin'
My tie gold and purple and my three-piece vest and
I'm a young woman's blessin', a married woman's confession
To older women you can call me cougar bait
To all you haters I'ma call you too late

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I'm number one, one, one!
(Stunna) (Dirty)
(Stunna) (Dirty)
I'm number one, one, one!
(Stunna) (Dirty)
(Stunna) (Dirty)
I'm number one, one, one!
(Stunna) (Dirty)
(Stunna) (Dirty)
I'm number one, one, one!
(Stunna) (Dirty)
(Stunna)

Yeah, yeah, swagged out
Diamond 'round my neck, diamond 'round my teeth
Diamond on my bitch, diamond on my fleet
Hardly on the bike, love a nigga stripes
Five star O.G., 3rd Ward, loud pipes
Uptown soldier, floss on the ave'
Make a hundred G's nigga bouncin' on the slab
Make a hundred G's nigga spend it on the ave'
Move a hundred B's garbage bag full of cash
Goin' to the lot, shittin' on they ass
Weed's in the Hummer, two fifty on the dash
Yeah, early in the mornin' where the sun shine
Got a yacht in the yard, ocean fly
Ocean time, ocean view
Pearly white waves, on them twenty twos
Five new Bentley's, out the paper bag
To the paper tag (shinin' on they ass)

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