Meek Mill feat. Big Sean Lyrics
"Burn"

[Big Sean & Meek Mill]
God (Yea)
Oh God, Boi, (Yea)
G.O.O.D. (MMG, N*gga)

[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*gga but I do it Large like a 3X
The last n*gga 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*tch 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 ass congratulations
Cause me... I wasn't made for that sh*t
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his sh*t
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*tch 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*tch you knows it's B.S., boy I run my city

[Meek Mill]
End of story, n*gga P.S
All white Maybach, Greenbay they packed
Y'all n*ggas 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*gga I murder that, Panamera inserted back
N*ggas say they want beef, well where the f*ck is my burger at?
I got white, was serving that, I been to jail, I ain't going back
I alley hoop your b*tch off that backboard, she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pussy Blake Griffin your ho n*gga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
That's cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho
That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dogged that Cujo

[Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill]
N*ggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthaf*cka break
Freaky b*tches love the money I make
And to live like this
You muthaf*ckas gotta pay
So let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I'ma let that sh*t burn

[Big Sean]
B*tch 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 it's looking like I grow it
D-Town, the hood behind me like a king cobra

[Meek Mill]
Burn b*tch, I let it burn b*tch
My money straighter than a motherf*cking perm b*tch
No navigation, you can see that it is my turn chyea (Swirv, swirv)
Shorty give me all that brain, still ain't never learned sh*t

[Big Sean]
Oh that's your girl? Damn n*gga you ain't learn sh*t
She naked in my studio, I'm on that Howard Stern sh*t
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
Same sh*t different day, I ain't broke no more it's a different day
Don't turn me down I got sh*t to say,
My purp strong like it's lifting weights
It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon, I got a bad b*tch with them pom pom's
My Rollie don't tick tock, your sh*t sound like a time bomb - boom...
Lil' b*tch

[Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill]
N*ggas want talk
What they gone say
I hit the pedal til that muthaf*cka break
Freaky b*tches love the money I make
And to live like this
You muthaf*ckas gotta pay
So let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I'ma let that sh*t burn

Let that sh*t burn
I'ma let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I'ma let that sh*t burn