Rick Ross - Burn (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Aye boy, where you at? n***a you a dead man if you stay right there my n***a It's gonna be a heavy flick coming that way my n***a Trust me my n***a Them people coming and they coming with them drums n***a Get the f** outta there my n***a Save yourself my n***a This sh** getting real tricky out here on these streets I told you first my n***a It's problems over there, get the f** around now [Rick Ross] If it ain't about Dreams and Nightmares n***a it ain't about nothing October 30 Meek Millie what it do? Philly what it do? So God forgives, you on the road to platinum 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 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 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 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 try it...