Burnin Up (Explicit)

Give me the whole bag

I ain't trippin' on a push

In a world of street n***as

Got more money than George Bush

So n***a I understand 'em

I ain't never seen the leader of our nation in a Phantom

That's why I spit that real s**t real n***as can ride to

G's and the street n***as like to get high to

Spent a grip round my neck n***a just because

So in the words of Kink B n***a stall my balls

Got that crazy cash

That insane money

Fall off in Magic City make it rain money

Count all night co caine money

That do whatcha gotta do I ain't ashamed money

You burnin' up daddy

And I ain't never gone stop

Gotta a hunnit thou sittin in the parkin' lot

I paid hella dues

That's why that b***h sittin' on some chrome tennis shoes

And it's a show stopper

Cuz we shop at 404 not Foot Locker

And yeah n***a that's real

Now was ya man doin' that before his deal

You burnin' up daddy ya too hot

Them other n***as wanna get what ya got

You burnin' up daddy ya too hot

Them other n***as wanna get what ya got

You like this daddy you like that

Now break it down for me

You like this daddy you like that

Now break it down for me

You like this daddy you like that

Now break it down for me

You like this daddy you like that

Now break it down for me

Got million dollar plans but I ain't Ted DiBiase

Sneeze on ya with the snub nose to get ya off me

We make bread like a mint n***a

United Streets d**eboys in this b***h n***a

We pull broads off the benches turn 'em to some starters

We pop choppers that'll spray ya patna like Binaca

We big talkers cuz we live it this is more than rappin'

My mack furs got me sittin like a carriage wagon

So when we come through clean the slate

G'd up my feet clickin' with my Bathing Apes

And we can get this s**t crackin'

Mob through the smoke chokin' 'thrax n***a What's Hatnin

Raw the truth Dwyane Wade of the street n***a

Florida Marlin but I stay packin' Heat n***a

And the man mouth glow like a bottle of Cris'

Lemme hear ya shawty know he got a hell of a wrist

Came through Chevy lookin' like a Big Wheel

Banana guts sittin' high up on them big wheels

And the trunk sound like the band at FAMU

I'm lookin' down on them clowns on them 22s

Shawty rock game sorta like I'm Barney Rubble

So many colors in my charm look like Fruity Pebbles

Respect the shield USDA yeah we came thru

We gettin' money while you n***as ain't countin' clues