Remember You lyrics - Wiz Khalifa (feat. The Weeknd)

 [The Weeknd:]

She's about to earn some bragging rights

I'm 'bout to give it up like I've been holding back all night

Girl, take pride in what you wanna do

Even if that means a new man every night inside of you

Baby, I don't mind

You can tell by how I roll

'Cause my clique hot and my cup cold

My talk slurred 'cause I'm so throwed

And I'm wiping sweat from my last show

And he's TG and I'm XO

I'm only here for one night

Then I'mma be your memory

Say it in my ear, so I can hear what you say to me

I got cups full of that Rosé

Smoke anything that's passed to me

Don't worry 'bout my voice

I won't need it for what I'm about to do to you

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you

I might have to take your number when I'm through with you

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory

Make me remember you like you remember me

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you

I might have to take your number when I'm through with you

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory

Make me remember you like you remember me

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Old rapping ass

Light years past the class

Hit it, don't have to pass

Nigga, we the new Aftermath

Niggas after fame, I just have to laugh

Niggas after fame, I'm after cash

You's a fan, I'm a player

I'm the man, you's a hater

And I only smoke papers

That's how you tell that I'm Taylor'd

Nigga listen

Break it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchen

And not a thing goes down without permission

Look, everything I got on I was made for

Everything that I got I done came for

All the shit that you see I done slaved for

All the cars and the crib, yeah that's paid for

Need I say more

Spend so much money on clothes

Said fuck a store, making my own

I hope that you're rolling one up while you're singing along

And know I was rolling one while I was making this song

Pour out some shots

You're taking too long

Young and I'm rich

And plus all of my friends on that Bombay and lemonade

Good to you

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you

I might have to take your number when I'm through with you

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory

Make me remember you like you remember me

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you

I might have to take your number when I'm through with you

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory

Make me remember you like you remember me

I'm on some gin, you on some gin

I'm moving slow, I'm driving fast

I hit the weed, you take the wheel

We lose control

Drop the top in that 69

And that motor roar in that old Chevelle

Can't say a thing, how you supposed to feel

Stacking all of this paper, dawg

I like to call this shit old news

And these haters jocking our old moves

Popping champagne 'cause we made it

Back of the Phantom, we faded

All of this shit that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow

Good to you

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you

I might have to take your number when I'm through with you

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory

Make me remember you like you remember me

Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you

I might have to take your number when I'm through with you

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory

Make me remember you like you remember me

Used to you

Through with you

All I ask of you is try to earn my memory

Make me remember you like you remember me

Used to you

Through with you

Memory, remember you