I'm Number 1

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

I’m number 1

Stunna, derrty

Stunna, derrty