I'm Number 1

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 [Chorus] 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) [Chorus]