If you wanna be sick, then you can't be late
You gotta act quick 'cause your looks will fade
In a year or two, what you gonna do?
I wanna be praised for the words I choose
Jealousy is okay if I speak my truth
Fuck Charlie Puth, ahaha (yeah)
And his perfect pitch too

And if I don't want what the radio wants
Then I might get dropped and I might be wrong
But I think this song, it's a big hit song
It's a number one
And so I got drunk with a rockstar once
In a big tour bus and I played my song
And he said: Hold up, what a really good song
It's a number one, oh

Uh, what's up, my guy
Uh, remember me?
We met at the show, I gave you my CD
I was just wondering if you heard it
If you have a CD player or whatever
Let me know

Everybody else feels 'cause they gotta chase clout
It's a way to get rich, baby, there’s no doubt
But I never would 'cause I'm hella good
I'm a lyrical mastermind, ahead of my time
Accused at times, I use AI, but that's a lie
You're so dumb, it's RhymeZone.com

And it might sound wrong, but I think my tongue
Is a gift from God, gimme a Grammy nod
'Cause I wrote this song, it's a big hit song
It's a number one
And I might get dropped ‘cause I like punk rock
And I won't suck— in Diddy’s fancy ass loft, yeah
I feel so wrong, but it could've been done
For a number one

You love it! You love it!
You love it! You love it! You love it!
No, no, no

And if I blow up in a cringe TikTok
Like a trendy-ass fuck, maybe that's my luck
Ooh, look, a platinum blonde with a platinum song
It's a number one
And if I sing along with the autotune on
Then I can't go wrong, no, I can't go wrong
With a little build-up and a big bass drop
It's a number one (ow!)

It's a number one
It's a number one, uh