Burner On Me Songtext

I sell them whole ones, you sell ten dollar rocks, bitch
Man, get your weight up, I said get your weight up
Stay in your place 'fore you get your ass sprayed up
Man, I ain't ever scared, I got all kind of guns
I'm getting plenty bread, I throw the hoes to one
Strip, bitch, you heard me? I said strip, bitch
I'm cold as ice, check them temperature on my wrist, trick
I blew 200 grand, what kind of watch is that?
I bet you wanna know, stop tryna jack my swag, hoe
Gucci, Fendi, Prada
And that Louis, now I'm hotter
So it's Tom Ford and Armani
YSL, I'm fly as hell
I be Louis Vuitton swan with my hair mask on
I look good enough to eat, your bitch'll suck me and fuck me

I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me
I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me
I got that burner on me - I'm, I'm, I'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin' I got that burner on me - I'm, I'm, I'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'

You say you hard as a motherfucker, you goin' H.A.M
You strapped in this motherfucker, I understand
Banana clip, banana split, I be on some gangsta shit
Dump 30 here, dump 30 there, I make it out up this bitch
My diamonds bigger, grimey niggas
City slicker, pull the trigger
Line a nigga, it's a stick up
Money pick up, dust kick up
Tires screechin' when I'm reachin'
50 preach in church, bitch
This is pimpin', fuck around it and dump in their worst shit
Hollow tip, .40 mag, bloody rags
Toe tag, body bag, kill a swag
Blood all on my Gucci shit
Now I'm mad in the Jag, same day, this is bad
Fuckin' fag, look at your ass, why you make me do this shit?
I'm built for this, so I was told
Since mama gone I've been on my own
I'm for real about it, man, fuck how you feel about it
Nigga, we in the streets, that's why we holdin' heat

I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me
I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me
I got that burner on me - I'm, I'm, I'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
I got that burner on me - I'm, I'm, I'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'