Meek Mill, Big Sean - Burn Lyrics

God (yeah)
Oh God (boy)
Yeah, G.O.O.D. (MMG, nigga)

Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
Skinny nigga but I do it large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong, umm, he checked
Right back to that money slingin' O's in the p-jects (yeah)
Or prolly catchin' mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet (woah)
'Cause we next and we flex like

90PX (woah), workin' all night, no breaks or a recess
Vroom vroom, yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch, I'm twenty three years old and I ain't ridin' in a Prius (swerve)
My cousin finished school can't believe he graduated (boy)
Threw him twenty thousand dollars told his ass congratulations (ah)
'Cause, me? I wasn't made for that shit
But I could prolly hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissin', I pray to God that you see me
I'm on a yacht getting hella high, smokin' good, that seaweed
Bad bitch in her cha-cha, grabbin' on her chi-chi's
Million dollar deals on my email, you mad as hell you ain't CC'ed
Chain all V.S., bitch, you knows it's B.S., boy I run my city

End of story, nigga P.S
All white Maybach, Green Bay, they packin'
Y'all niggas 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 big rappers
I say, "Yeah, nigga, I murder that", Panamera, inserted back
Niggas say they want beef well where the fuck is my burger at?
I got white, was servin' that, I been to jail I ain't goin' back
I alley-oop your bitch off that backboard, she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin'd your ho, nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross, my chain rock like I know, Jigga
Thats cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho
That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dog that, Cujo

Niggas wanna talk, what they gon' say? (gon' say)
I hit the pedal 'til that motherfucka break ('til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfucka's gotta pay (boy, yeah)
So let that shit burn (burn)
Let that shit burn (burn), I'ma let that shit burn (burn)
Let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire (oh God), I'm only gettin' higher (swerve)
Fifty racks all in my pocket (swerve, boy)
I want bottles, I'ma let that shit burn

Bitch, I had one shot and I ain't blow it
Ridin' 'til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra

Burn, bitch, I let it burn, bitch
My money straighter than a motherfuckin' perm, bitch
No navigation you can see that it's my turn, chyeah (swerve, swerve)
Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned shit

Oh that's your girl? Damn, nigga, you ain't learn shit
She naked in my studio I'm on that Howard Stern shit
Yup, I swear that MAC-10 is my barbell, Finally Famous, the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
Same shit, different day I ain't broke no more, it's a different day
Don't turn me down I got shit to say
My purp strong, like it's liftin' weightss
It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom-pom's
My Rollie don't tick-tock, your shit sound like a time bomb (boom, boom)
Lil' bitch (bitch, bitch)

Niggas wanna talk, what they gon' say? (gon' say)
I hit the pedal 'til that motherfucka break ('til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this (boy), you motherfucka's gotta pay
So let that shit burn (burn)
Let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
I'ma let that shit burn (burn), let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire (God), I'm only gettin' higher
Fifty racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, I'ma let that shit burn (burn)
Let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
I'ma let that shit burn (burn), let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire (God), I'm only gettin' higher
Fifty racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, I'ma let that shit burn (burn)