| No matter what you do |
| I know I drive you crazy |
| But you always be my favorite |
| You’re my number 1 (one!) |
| You better know you are |
| The only one I think of when I dream |
| Please stay with me tonight! |
| We had a falling out |
| I was on some bullshit and she called me out |
| That little thing called pride what’s it all about? |
| We went and turned a happy home into a haunted house (Right?) |
| But if you gotta bounce, you gotta bounce |
| So go and get your DJ Unk on and «Walk It out» |
| You think I’m hatin' since you got a new baller now |
| He ain’t no man, he dunno how to tear them walls down |
| You see me at the club, so you wanna call me now |
| You cheated on him with me, so you feeling sorry now |
| On some real shit I think we need to cut it out |
| Cause I just showed up at your new apartment unannounced |
| Why? |
| DJ play her favorite song on the radio |
| French tip, painted toes |
| Tryin to set the skype up wherever I say we go |
| Dope like Ralio, coups of painted gold |
| Take it to the bedroom, movie star playin' roles |
| New Jane Fonda, damn that’s a skyda |
| Ass so fat, you can’t fit it in ya Honda |
| Part time student, but you still rollin' ganja |
| Right before class still hit me with the noggin |
| (Right?) Nevermind, I’m just playin' with you |
| This ain’t the ordinary that I’m tryin' to say to you |
| I spend a day with you, let Mary Kay hit you |
| Make 'em wonder why we stay official |
| I’m with you |
| Why? |
| You lookin' lovely my dear |
| And all these niggas in the club in your ear |
| Tryin' to promise you, flowers like Mothers Day near |
| He wanna buy you Louis but his budget says Sears |
| Love you when you sexy, love you when you crusty |
| Love you when you smell good, love you when you musty |
| Love you when you curvy even love you when you husky |
| You love the way I fuck you, I love you when you touch me |
| It must be, something about the way you always shine |
| When these other bitches dusty, love you cause you trust me |
| Love me when I’m dead broke, ridin' on the bus |
| When I be in the crunch, you provide me with a crutch |
| Somethin' like fisher, lively in the clutch |
| Tell me go deep everytime I’m in yo guts |
| When I be on a roll, I might be gone for months |
| But you you ain’t never worry |
| That’s what’s up |
| You’re my number 1 |