I just gotta bring it to their attentionYou better watch who you're talking aboutRunning your mouth like you know meYou gon' *** around with your waterShow me, get caught and show meWhy 101, you can't hold meIf your last name was HayneOnly way you can work me outIs to stitch my name on your panNo resident of FranceBut you swear I'm from Paris106 caratsTotal gnaw, that's purr-ishTrying to get purr-ishMy chain's the old chainI'm like Sprinter, MotorolaNo service out of your rangeYou're out of your brainsThinking I'ma shout out your nameYou gotta come up with better waysAnd actions to get your aimAll that pressure, you were blindIt's time to ease offBefore I hit you from the blindsI'm taking your sleeves offAs much as weed's lostStill hard to please, bossDon't be lying, bitch, in the grindSuck it up as a lossCause your acts is rightYour whole label is rightMatter of factI, I, I, I, IHold thatI am number oneNo matter if you like itOr take it, sit down and write itI am number oneI, I, I, I, II, I, I, I, II, I, I, I, II, I, I, I, INow let me ask you, manWhat does it take to be number one?Two is not a winnerAnd three nobody remembersWhat does it take to be number one?I, I, I, I, I, II, I, I, I, I, IDo you like it when I shake it for you, daddy?Move it all aroundLet you get a peek before it touches the groundHell yeah, maNever good as willing to learnWilling to get in the driver's seatAnd willing to turnWatch thatProbably got that off eBay or somethingInternet access somethingWebsite chat line, manCause I got mineOh, don't wind up on the flat lineOh, if my uncle could see me nowIf he could see how many rappers wanna be me nowStraight emulating my styleRight to the downtownCan't leave out the store nowBetter wait till they calm downI got hella shawty'sCome and askin' you where to partyOh, lordyWill I continue to act naughty?Mixing Chris and RiccardiGot me thanggin' for sureI'm not a man of many wordsBut there's one thing I knowPimpIAmNo. 1No matter if you like itOr take it, sit down and write itIAmNo. 1Eh, eh, eh, eh, ehAnd tell me now, dirtyWhat does it take to be No. 1?Two is not a winnerI'm three, nobody remembers sevenWhat does it take to be No. 1?Eh, eh, eh, eh, ehYoAyo, I'm tired of people judging what's real hip hopHalf the timeIt be them niggas who ***in' album flopYou knowBooth done sank and it ain't left to dieCome onMad cause I'm highHe justMad cause he notYou ain't gotta give me my propsJust give me the yachtsGive me my rocksAnd keep my fans comin' in flocksTill you top the Super BowlKeep your mouth on lockShhhI'm awakeI'm cocky on the micBut I'm humble in real lifeTakin' nothin' for grantedBlessin' everything of my lifeTryin' to see a new lifeAt the top of the roofPimpin'Ain't not singleBut I speak the truthI hit the boothNearly actin' so uncoolTop downShirt off in the coupeSpreadin' the lootWith my family and friendsAnd my closest of kinAnd IDo it againIf it means I'm a win30IAmNumber oneNo matter if you like itDon't take itSit down and write itIIIINumber oneCause two is not a winnerAnd three nobody remembersNumber oneCause two is not a winnerAnd three nobody remembers