I Remember (Watermelon)

I remember back when I was blue, I'm getting green now She eat my dick like watermelon, she don't spit the seed out She just broke up with her ex, I guess I'm a rebound Shawty gave me so much brain, I don't think she can read now I remember I was hungry, but I'm on your feed now I was making money while in class, learning pre-calc She turn to a slut when she see cash She gon' freak out Niggas broke and still ain't on they grind I don't get y'all Bitch, I feel like Drake You gon' have to take a shot for me Shawty call me daddy, what you getting me for Father's Day Know she want my wood, I'm not a tree, but make a lot of pape Thought it was my birthday, shawty walk around with all that cake Lying to me with your titties out, that's a booby trap Shawty got big titties and a fatty, don't know what to grab This bitch looking like a whole fraction, I'm in love with math She want me to f*ck her to R. Kelly We ain't doing that Ain't nobody tried me yet, I'm starting to think y'all scared of me Niggas bums, y'all don't deserve to breathe the same air as me Acting like they real, but they jokes, that's a parody Give her a good dick, now she like, "why you being weird to me" I promise me and you is not the same, it's no comparison You ain't got 10,000 to your name, that's embarrassing If you niggas ain't talking about no money, I ain't interested Hit a crazy bitch without a rubber, I'm an idiot I been out here carrying my city, got my back hurting Brody said he smoking on that loud like a black person Y'all be out here fiending for the cat, I don't act thirsty He gon' do whatever for the pussy, he a cat person These hoes really think they all that, I don't want y'all I can really get your nigga flipped with a phone call You don't know how to act around the hoes, you a horn dog Told y'all niggas I was finna blow, shit, I warned y'all You broke my money way taller, it's a height difference I don't care if niggas think I'm gay, I don't like bitches Baby, I'll still get your nails done, if they French tips You the type to f*ck your homie hoe, that ain't friendship Had to show that bitch that I'm a boss, now she acting better Bro been sipping too much lean, he need to get his act together I was making money at 16, but now it's stacking better They like the way I dress, don't need no stylist, bitch, it's patent leather Floating like a butterfly, stinging like a bee I know her nigga envious, I'm who he wanna be That nigga in the nosebleeds, it's hard for him to see I don't do relationships, I know that I'm a- okay