#1 - Colby O'Donis Remix

Uh, uh, uh

I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty, that's all

You better watch who you talkin' 'bout, runnin' your mouth, like you know me

You gon' fuck around and show why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me"

Why one-on-one, you can't hold me if your last name was Hanes

Only way you wear me out, is stitch my name on your pants

No resident of France, but you swear I'm from Paris

Hundred-six karats, total? Naw, that's per wrist

Trying to compare this, my chain to yo' chain

I'm like Sprint or Motorola, no service, out of your range

You out of your brains, thinkin' I'ma shout out your name

You gotta come up with better ways than that to catch your fame

All that pressure you applyin, it's time to ease off

Before I hit you from the blindside, takin' your sleeves off

As much as we's floss, still hard to please, boss

Don't be lyin', bitchin', and cryin', suck it up as a loss

'Cause your acts is wack, your whole label is wack

And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold that (ayy)

I am, number one, no matter if you like it

Here take it sit down and write it, ayy

I, am, number one ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Now let me ask you, man

What does it take to be, number one?

Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers (ayy)

What does it take to be, number one?

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Do you like it when I shake it for ya, daddy?

Move it all around? (Woo)

Let you get a peep before it touches the ground?

Hell yeah, ma, I love a girl that's willin' to learn

Willin' to get in the driver's seat and willin' to turn

And not concerned about that he say, she say, did he say

What I think he said? Squash that, he probably got that off eBay

Or some, Internet access some, website chat line

Mad 'cause I got mine, ooh, don't wind up on the flat line

Oh, if my uncle could see me know

If he could see how many rappers wanna be me now

Straight emulatin' my style, right to the "down down"

Can't leave out the store now better wait 'til they calm down

I got hella shorties, comin' askin, "Yo, where the party?"

Oh lordy, will I continue to act naughty?

Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin' fo' sho'

I'm not a man of many words but it's one thing I know, pimp (ayy)

I am, number one, no matter if you like it

Here take it sit down and write it, ayy

I, am, number one ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

And tell me now, dirty

What does it take to be, number one? (Woo)

Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers (ayy)

(Tell me) what does it take to be, number one?

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (check it, uh, check, yo)

Ayo, I'm tired of people judgin' what's real hip-hop

Half the time you be them niggas who fuckin' album flop

You know, boat done sank and it ain't left the dock

C'mon, mad 'cause I'm hot, he just, mad 'cause he not

You ain't gotta gimme my props, just gimme the yachts

Gimme my rocks, and keep my fans comin' in flocks

'Til you top the Superbowl, keep your mouth on lock

Shh

I'm awake

I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in real life

Taking nothin' for granted blessin' e'rything on my life

Tryna see a new light at the top of the roof

Baby, name not Sigel, but I speak the truth

I heat the booth, Nelly actin' so uncouth (so crazy)

Top down shirt off in the coupe, spreadin' the loot

With my family and friends, and my closest of kin

And I'll do it again if it means I'ma win dirty, dity (ayy)

I, am, number one

No matter if you like it, here, take it, sit down and write it

I, I, I, I , number one

'Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers

Number one

'Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers