Artist: Wiz Khalifa f/ The Weeknd Album: O.N.I.F.C. Song: Remember You Typed by: Cedmaster3K [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 want to 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 a memory Say it in my ear, so I can hear what you're saying 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 [Chorus 2X: The Weeknd] 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] Uh, old rappin' ass, light years past the class Hit it, don't have to pass; nigga, we the new Aftermath Niggas after fame, I just had 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 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 [The Weeknd] Good to you... [Chorus] [Wiz Khalifa] 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... Poppin' champagne cause we made it, back of the Phantom, we faded All of this shit that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow... [The Weeknd] Good to you... [Chorus] [Outro: The Weeknd] 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...