Burn lyrics

by

Trey Songz


[Intro: Big Sean & (Meek Mill)]
God (Yeah)
Oh God, boi (Yeah)
G.O.O.D. (MMG, n*gga)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill & Big Sean]
Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B-X
Skinny n*gga but I do it large like a 3X
The last n*gga tried to do me wrong, umm, he checked
Right back to that money slinging O's in the p-jects (Yeah)
Or probably catchin' mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet
(Woah) Cause we next and we flex like...

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
90PX (Woah), working all night no breaks or a recess
Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
b*tch, I'm 23 years old and I ain't riding in a Prius (Swerve)
My cousin finished school can't believe he graduated (Boi)
Threw him 20,000 dollars told his ass congratulations (Ah)
Cause me? I wasn't made for that sh*t
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his sh*t
And to all the hoes that was dissin' I pray to God that you see me
I'm on a yacht getting hella' high smoking good that seaweed
Bad b*tch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi's
Million dollar deals on my email you mad as hell you ain't CC'ed
Chain all V.S., b*tch, you know it's B.S
Boy, I run my city
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
End of story, n*gga P.S.
All white Maybach, Green Bay they packing
Y'all n*ggas was slackin', 'member the hard nights we trappin'
And they say life's a game of chess
You can play checkers all on my jacket
Cause it's Damier and we bombs away on y'all b*tch rappers
I say yeah, n*gga, I murder that, Panamera turtle back
n*ggas say they want beef, well, where the f*ck is my burger at?
I got white, was serving that, I been to jail, I ain't going back
I alley-oop your b*tch off that backboard, she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pus*y, Blake Griffin'd your ho, n*gga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
That's cause I do, ho, shout out to my new ho
That pus*y pink like Nuvo and I dog that; Cujo

[Chorus: Big Sean & Meek Mill]
n*ggas wanna talk, what they gon' say? (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherf*cker break (til it break)
Freaky b*tches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherf*ckers gotta pay
So let that sh*t burn! Let that sh*t burn
I'ma let that sh*t burn, let that sh*t burn (Burn, gasoline!)
The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, I'ma let that sh*t burn
[Verse 4: Big Sean & Meek Mill]
b*tch, I had one shot and I ain't blow it
Riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn it's looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra
Burn b*tch, I let it burn b*tch
My money straighter than a motherf*cking perm, b*tch
No navigation you can see it is my turn sh*t (swerve, swerve)
Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned sh*t

[Verse 5: Big Sean]
Oh that's your girl? Damn n*gga, you ain't learn sh*t
She naked in my studio I'm on that Howard Stern sh*t
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pus*y got the new car smell
Same sh*t, different day, I ain't broke no more, it's a different day
Don't turn me down, I got sh*t to say
My purp strong like it's lifting weights
It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon
I got a bad b*tch with them pom pom's
My Rollie don't tick-tock, your sh*t sound like a time bomb
Boom! Lil' b*tch

[Chorus: Big Sean & Meek Mill]
n*ggas wanna talk, what they gon' say? (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherf*cker break (til it break)
Freaky b*tches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherf*ckers gotta pay
So let that sh*t burn! Let that sh*t burn
I'ma let that sh*t burn let that sh*t burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, I'ma let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn
I'ma let that sh*t burn, let that sh*t burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, I'ma let that sh*t burn
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