#1 Fan - Babyface Ray

Keep playin' with me, fool

Whatever I said, you feel me?

These niggas ain’t even gotta ask me that type of shit

It’s on (DJ Larry Love)

She my number one fan

Love how I say it, left her on read, I don’t romance

I don’t feel shit, girl, don’t feel you, you fuckin' with my head

Bitch, you want me or the lifestyle?

You know it’s money in the bag

Pop a Perc-10, then I blanked out, she wanna fuck me on the meds

One call and I know she comin'

You got your own bag, they can’t take nothin'

Girl, I told you my rules, I ain’t wifin' nothin'

I can’t get away from you, got me likin' somethin'

She told me 'bout her past, he ain’t rightful for her

I let her see the bag, got her countin' money

She let me meet her friends, now they wanna fuck me

I let her see the plug, she thought I was bluffin'

Top down in the moonlight

Either that, or these motherfuckin' jewels bright

Right now, I’m runnin' from the devil for a new life

Pull them panties off lil' mama like a new pint

She said if love was a crime, she’d do life

Man, I live a life of crime, time to move right

She don’t wanna leave me 'lone, damn, who am I?

I felt like goin' on the run, just you and I

She my number one fan

Love how I say it, left her on read, I don’t romance

I don’t feel shit, girl, don’t feel you, you fuckin' with my head

Bitch, you want me or the lifestyle?

You know it’s money in the bag

Pop a Perc-10, then I blanked out, she wanna fuck me on the meds

She wanna fuck me on the meds now (She wanna fuck me on the meds now)

She wanna pop a Perc-10 now (She wanna pop a Perc-10 now)

She wanna fuck me off the meds now (She wanna fuck me off the meds now)

She wanna fuck me with her friends now

She my number one fan, yeah

She my number one fan now

See how we vibin', nigga

She understand when it’s broke, it ain’t nothin', it can be fixed

Club owners know me from the weed scent

Oh, you ain’t trippin' 'bout the money, just the time, you don’t need shit

I’ma keep it real, it can be spent

Ridin' with the glocky just for defense

I know you ain’t trippin' 'bout a freak bitch

Hoes on my dick, it ain’t no secret

Put you on the Isle for the weekend

Yeah

Put you in designer, what you see, get

Put you in finest, yeah, uh, uh

Yeah

You know I keep the weed lit, nigga

We lit, nigga, yeah