Jahlil Beats - Burn (Remix) lyrics

(Verse 1: Meek Mill & Big Sean) God (Yea) Oh God, Boi, (Yea) G.O.O.D. (MMG, n***a) (Verse 1) Sitting on some Cali weed, I think it's time to burn Pull up in some sh**, to put it in dro you gotta learn Cocaine cowboys, you better wait your turn Michael Corleone, come and get it on the curve These n***a wanna hate, that's why they get what they deserve We only dealin what we have, livin and we learn No more J's on the porch, days that we were poor Amazed by mama boy, bumping Maze in the Porsche Bulletproof vest suburban, they hatin you when you earn it b**hes be rollin in it, they say I'm so photogenic Every night is a feast, n***as be having beef sponsored links I teach me a young boy, call him my Chief Keef Truders be with extort, go to war over Jordans But you know I'm in these, kidnappin over them keys But you know I'm in these, kidnappin over them keys (Bridge) n***as wanna try, what they gonna say? I hit the pedal til that motherf**er break Celebrate, freaky b**hes loving money I make And to live like this you motherf**ers gotta pay (Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill) (Big Sean) n***as wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say) I hit the pedal til that motherf**er break (til it break) Freaky b**hes love the money I make And to live like this you motherf**ers gotta pay So let that sh** burn (Meek Mill) Let that sh** burn I'mma let that sh** burn let that sh** burn (burn, gasoline) The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher 50 racks all in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that sh** burn (Verse 2: Lil Wayne) Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose Red bone naked, in the bed flexin' I say b**h I ain't impressed you must of got the wrong impression I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF Man, we living in hell like a deep breath Real n***as with real money, real b**hes with fake a**es If she don't wanna f** I get on my skateboard and I skate pa**ed her Money on the table, guns on the table b**h I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger f** that ho Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax Man I don't f** with none of you n***as like rednecks We got that work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks, uh p**y n***a I'll murder you then dance at your funeral Blood I'll have a n***a drinking his own blood communion Wake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up Her titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's Run up in your house spare the kids and k** the grown ups Your b**h call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme donuts Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes I still wear that a** out like a wardrobe b**h, what they gonna say? Still eating rappers on my f**ing lunch break Bad yellow b**h with a tongue like a snake I let her s** my dick then I f** her to some Drake And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn Yeah I let that kush burn Smoking gasoline b**h The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher Young Money b**h we at the top like barbed wire (Meek Mill) Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X Skinny n***a but I do it large like a 3X The last n***a tried to do me wrong umm he checked Right back to that money slinging O's in the p-jects Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet Cause we next and we flex like (Big Sean) 90PX, working all night no breaks or a recess Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex b**h, I'm 23 years old and I ain't riding in a Prius My cousin finished school can't believe he graduated Threw him 20,000 dollars told his a** congratulations Cause me... I wasn't made for that sh** But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his sh** 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**h 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**h you knows it's B.S. boy I run my city (Meek Mill) End of story, n***a P.S All white Maybach, Green Bay they packing Y'all n***as was slackin' 'member the hard nights we trappin' And they say lifes 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 n***a I murder that Panamera turtle back n***as sayin they want beef, well where the f** is my burger at? I got white, was serving that -- I been to jail, I ain't going back I alley oop your b**h off that backboard she throw it back I slam dunk in that p**y, Blake Griffin'd yo ho, n***a Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga That's cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho That p**y pink like Nuvo and I dog that Cujo (Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill) (Big Sean) n***as wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say) I hit the pedal til that motherf**er break (til it break) Freaky b**hes love the money I make And to live like this you motherf**ers gotta pay So let that sh** burn (Meek Mill) Let that sh** burn I'mma let that sh** burn let that sh** burn (burn, gasoline) The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher 50 racks all in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that sh** burn (Verse: Big Sean & Meek Mill) (Big Sean) b**h, 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 its looking like I grow it D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra (Meek Mill) Burn b**h I let it burn b**h My money straighter than a motherf**ing perm b**h No navigation you can see it is my turn sh** (swirv, swirv) Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned sh** (Big Sean) Oh that's your girl? Damn n***a you ain't learn sh** She naked in my studio I'm on that Howard Stern sh** I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel Hit your girl in my whip and now that p**y got the new car smell Same sh** different day I ain't broke no more it's a different day Don't turn me down I got sh** to say my purp strong like it's lifting weights It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon I got a bad b**h with them pom pom's My Rollie don't tick-tock your sh** sound like a time bomb, boom...lil' b**h (Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill) (Big Sean) n***as wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say) I hit the pedal til that motherf**er break (til it break) Freaky b**hes love the money I make And to live like this you motherf**ers gotta pay So let that sh** burn (Meek Mill) Let that sh** burn I'mma let that sh** burn let that sh** burn (burn, gasoline) The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher 50 racks all in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that sh** burn (Verse) Rolling up on them 20’s Hoes all over my car though Getting b**hes that Lucy, black Ricky Ricardo Gucci that Prada Prada, fireworks in this b**h Tell em hoes if they go in my bottle they gon die of thirst in this b**h I supply the work, n***as talk, I gotta murk Fresh to d**h, I buy the hearse I f** the b**h, you buy the purse f** n***a, I ain’t stuntin no f** n***a 28’s on my truck n***a Type of track, wussup n***a You don’t ride for them bucks n***a Yea, I’m in the kitchen going HAM again We ain’t throwing bottles, n***a we don’t get them hammers in Tony Parker steering wheel, n***as know that that’s ho sh** Oh you single n***a? Put this new dick on yo old b**h I been high since ’06, I been with since ‘08 Since Wale has short hair I’ve been poppin that Rose Hey, what them hoes say? Hurricane he run the town Walk in the club with 100 rounds Let my n***as in and we shut it down That’s colony on Monday, Roxbury on Thursday Toxic on Saturday, tell Arthur I ain’t got a day Grey stones on my chain, greystone on Sunday Bad b**hes in line outside, you gonn get it one day, b**h You aren’t made for this sh** So many chains on me they think that I slave in this b**h We throwing money everywhere, got J's on I don’t never wear Got a bad b**h from Delaware, in that dereon shake her derrière Whoa, Nelly, where the f** is Nelly? Got a b**h yelling E.I., while a n***a watching belly Got a b**h that love T.I., got a b**h that love Tunechi Tell him soo-woo to the Beehive, tell them hoes it’s all Gucci I got Louie, I got Loubies, n***a my life is a movie Popping bottles like I’m D. Wade, tell them send me like three spades Peach Ciroc, coconut, cranberry, open up Then we neckin that 'tron, real n***a I’m gone (Meek Mill) Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X Skinny n***a but I do it Large like a 3X The last n***a tried to do me wrong umm he checked Right back to that money slinging O's in the P.Jects Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet Cause we next and we flex like (Big Sean) 90PX, working all night no breaks or a recess Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex b**h, I'm 23 years old and I ain't riding in a Prius My cousin finished school can't believe he graduated Threw him 20,000 dollars told his a** congratulations Cause me, I wasn't made for that sh** But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his sh** 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**h 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**h you knows it's B.S. boy I run my city (Meek Mill) End of story, n***a P.S All white Maybach Greenbay they packin Y'all n***as was snackin' 'member the hard nights we trappin' And they say lifes 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 n***a I murder that Panamera its turtleback n***as say they want beef well where the f** is my burger at? I got white was serving that I been to jail I ain't going back I alley oop your b**h off that backboard she throw it back I slam dunk in that p**y, Blake Griffin'd yo ho, n***a Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga Thats cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho That p**y pink like Nuvo and I dog that Cujo (Big Sean) n***as wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say) I hit the pedal til that motherf**er break (til it break) Freaky b**hes love the money I make And to live like this you motherf**ers gotta pay So let that sh** burn (Meek Mill) Let that sh** burn I'mma let that sh** burn let that sh** burn (burn, gasoline) The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher 50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that sh** burn (Big Sean) b**h 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 its looking like I grow it D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra (Meek Mill) Burn b**h I let it burn b**h My money straighter than a motherf**ing perm b**h No navigation you can see it is my turn chyea (swerve, swerve) Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned sh** (Big Sean) Oh that's your girl? Damn n***a you ain't learn sh** She naked in my studio I'm on that Howard Stern sh** I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel Hit your girl in my whip and now that p**y got the new car smell Same sh** different day I ain't broke no more it's a different day Don't turn me down I got sh** to say my purp strong like it's lifting weights It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon I got a bad b**h with them pom pom's My Rollie don't tick-tock your sh** sound like a time bomb, boom, lil' b**h (Big Sean) n***as wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say) I hit the pedal til that motherf**er break (til it break) Freaky b**hes love the money I make And to live like this you motherf**ers gotta pay So let that sh** burn (Meek Mill) Let that sh** burn I'mma let that sh** burn let that sh** burn (burn, gasoline) The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher 50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that sh** burn Let that sh** burn I'mma let that sh** burn let that sh** burn (burn, gasoline) The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher 50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that sh** burn