Lunice - Burning Bills lyrics

[Intro] Let it burn, (6x) Let it burn, (6x) Let it burn, (6x) [Hook] Light my blunt with a burning bill They say I sold my soul. Well I guess it's real. f** a Bugatti Need a hundred mill And the way I feel, f** how you feel Burn my blunt with a burning bill They say I sold my soul Well I guess it's real f** a Bugatti, need a hundred mill And the way I feel, f** how you feel [Verse 1] Lighting my blunts with a hundred n***a You sold your soul for the money n***a You was hungry n***a They never want my n***a I feel em' on me n***a I feel em' hunt me n***a I'm so lonely n***a with this chrome my n***a Got the choppa And I'm finna act a donkey n***a Get cold cased, whole clique get erased When it come to the money Boy I'm out for the case So give me my slice before I take your half 100 mill, 50 mill, you do the math On the road to riches but I had to take a cab Trying to drink away the pain & forgot to pay the tab And I'm getting pulled down and a bucket full of crabs n***as heard that I got sesame Can't sh** live if I don't let it breathe Dumping shots out the forty in their neck till it bleed Yeah! [Hook] [Hook 2] Marksman and k**ers right next to me Bow Down and pay some respect to me (this sh**s burning my lungs) Rest in peace, in jeeps, you peace (It's just the Ink) Marksman and k**ers right next to me Bow Down and pay some respect to me (Evan pa** me the light bruh) Rest in peace, in jeeps, in peace [Verse 2 ] Marksman and k**ers right next to me b**h, Bow Down and pay some respect to me No test in me. b**hes rest in peace Pull up in jeeps. Boy I know where you be You a money machine, you a ATM In other words n***a, you a walking lick b**hes on my dick It's money over a b**h Until the day that I'm rich And n***a don't forget If I ever go broke. I'm gone hit me a lick n***a take from the poor and they give to the rich Man f** that sh** going out for this When cop my gun I'll never b**h Wreck my Bugatti left that b**h in a ditch And I need a 100mil before they put me in a ditch Now I'm riding around strap in my Honda looking sick Smoking 100 bills Ink burning my wrist Symbolizing pain that a n***a went through If I didn't rap to you, I'll be lying about this Crispy 100 bills cutting my wrist And the dirty money came off flipping them bricks It's all blood money Trace it back to my people The almighty dollar makes us feel unequal People k**ing people I done seen so much evil If you get caught slipping You won't live to see the sequel Go ! [Hook] Let it burn, (6x) Let it burn, (6x) Let it burn, (6x)