[Intro]
Only take pictures to remember shit
Heavy duty pills, boy I don't remember shit
Give a fuck if it's cliché, I love Actavis
I told that bitch I'm Mayweather with this rappin' shit

[Verse]
Only take pictures to remember shit
Heavy duty pills, boy I don't remember shit
Give a fuck if it's cliché, I love Actavis
I told that bitch I'm Mayweather with this rappin' shit
And shout out all the good girls who know I ain't shit
But still be on my dick, with piercings on their clit
Rose gold rope chain look like some licorice
But you can't lick on this, hell nah girl you can't lick on this
I got a chill cuban mami, and she is straight from Vogue
I pop the veins on her neck and she pop me like she rode
And she gon' do them pretty toes while I sit back and toast
Finesse a pearl blunt on the California coast
These n***as test my sins, but they old testaments
Came back from Texas smelling like some Fendi breath mints
Called up some sexy hoes, drugs and refreshments
And nah, I ain't drinking shit but meet me at the Westin
I'ma pull up right after this studio session
I'm late as fuck, she asking 21 questions
Now we havin' sex, it started out from wrestling
She give me brain I blow her brain, no Smith & Wesson
Beamer to an Audi, a Lexus off a pill again
Our dope must be gone as fuck because the ceiling missin'
Play Baywatch with these hoes
And these n***as just my children
Grandaddy frustrated with me, he think I don't listen
But it's my life and I took that risk cause it's my decision
Ayy, look fuck my fucking feelings aim it at you with precision
I say I'm chillin' with these hoes but I ain't really chillin'
And my e-mail inbox is worth at least like 10 million
[Bridge]
Ayy, snap that polaroid cause I wanna remember this
Ayy, flip that phone, flip that flick I wanna remember this
Ayy, Miami, record this shit bro I wanna remember this
And rich boy flare got me lookin' vintage I wanna remember this
Sextapes on my phone, shawty you remember this?
Ayy, you remember this? Ayy do you remember that?
You remember this? Ayy do you remember that?
Ayy, you remember this? Do you remember that?
Ayy do you remember that? Do you remember that?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, you remember that?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy do you remember?

[Verse 2]
Ayy I know she a freak cause she a free spirit
She dream to go long as her fucking friends don't hear it
And there's some n***as who are fed
They want me fucking dead
Finesse me out my bread, boy that shit's so dead
I ain't replyin' to your text but you just know it's read
And I know a couple blue n***as who might leave you red
Uh, yeah, remember that, remember that, remember that
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I'm off an Addy ayy, ayy, two shots I down it
Ayy, ayy, ayy, three shots I down it
Boy I'm my fucking plug, and I'll go kill the plug
Off a fucking drug
I'm off these fucking drugs, but I feel good as fuck
Got True Religion love, you cannot fuck with us
You just can't fuck with us