Meek Mill - Burn Remix (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] Hey yo, Arthur, call that n***a Wale Tell that n***a to call French Montana Tell French to call motherf**ing Meek Mill Tell that n***a let me hold this beat one more time n***a Mmg, waddup? [The Game] Rolling up on them 20's, hoes all over my car though Getting b**hes that lucci, black ricky Ricardo Gucci, Gucci, that Prada, Prada Fireworks in this b**h Tell them hoes let go of my bottle They gonna die thirst in this b**h I supply the work n***as talk I gotta murk Fresh to d**h I buy hearse I f** the b**h you by the purse f** n***a, I ain't stunting no f** n***a 28 to my truck n***a, pack the track wa**up n***a You don't ride for them bucks n***a Yeah, I'm in the kitchen going ham again We ain't throwing bottles n***a, we don't get them hammers in Tony Parker suing? real n***as know that's hoes sh** All you single n***as put this new dick on your old b**h I've been high since 06 I've been rich since 08 Since Wale had short hair, I've been Popping 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