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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Lead Vocals
Big Sean
Vocals
Jahlil Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Big Sean
Songwriter
Alexander Izquierdo
Songwriter
Orlando Jahlil Tucker
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jahlil Beats
Producer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mixing Engineer
Justin Smith
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
God
Yeah
Oh God
Boy
Yeah
Good
MMG
****
[Verse 2]
Chain all VS
I ain't with the BS
Catch me in your city riding hard through the BX
Skinny **** but I do it large like a 3X
The last **** tried to do me wrong, um he, checked
Right back to that money slinging O's in the p-jects
Oh probably catching mileage while the pilot steer the P-jet
'Cause we next and we flex like
90PX
Working all night no breaks or a recess
[Verse 3]
Vroom, vroom, yeah, I know my car sound like a T-rex
Bitch, I'm 23 years old and I ain't riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school can't believe he graduated
Threw him twenty thousand dollars, told his ass congratulations
[Verse 4]
'Cause me
I wasn't made for that shit
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissing I pray to God that you see me
I'm on a yacht get hella high, smoking good, that seaweed
Bad bitch in her cha cha grabbing on her chi chi's
Million dollar deals on my email you mad as hell you ain't cc'd
Chain all VS, bitch, you knows it's BS, boy, I run my city
End of story ****, PS
[Verse 5]
All whit Maybach, Green Bay they packing
Y'all **** was slacking, 'member those hard nights we trapping
And they say life's a game of chess
You can play checkers all on my jacket
'Cause it's Damier and we bombs away on y'all bitch rappers
I say yeah, ****, I murder that, Panamera, it's turning back
**** say they want beef
Well, where the fuck is my burger at?
[Verse 6]
I got white, was serving that
I been to jail
Ain't going back
I alley-oop your bitch off the backboard she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pussy
Blake Griffin'd your ho, ****
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 Nuevo and I dog that Cujo
[Verse 7]
**** wanna talk
What they gonna say? (Gonna say)
I hit the pedal till that motherfucker break (Till it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this, you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
I'ma let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Burn gasoline
The roof on fire I'm only getting higher
Fifty racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, I'ma let that shit burn
[Verse 8]
Bitch, I had one shot and I ain't blow it
Riding till 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
[Verse 9]
Burn bitch
I let it burn bitch
My money straighter than a motherfucking perm, bitch
No navigation, you can see it is my turn shit (Swerve)
Surely give me all that brain and still ain't ever learned shit
[Verse 10]
Oh, that's your girl?
Damn ****, you ain't learn shit
She naked in my studio, I'm on that Howard Stern shit
Yup I swear that mac ten is my barbell
Finally famous the cartel
Hit you girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
Same shit different day, I ain't broke no more, it's a different day
Don't turn me down, I got shit to say, my perp strong like it's lifting weights
It's Sean Don sipping Chandon, I got a bad bitch with them pom pom's
My Rollie don't tick tock, your shit sound like a time bomb
Boom
Lil bitch
[Verse 11]
**** wanna talk
What they gonna say? (Gonna say)
I hit the pedal till that motherfucker break (Till it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this, you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Burn gasoline
The roof on fire, I'm only getting higher
Fifty racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, I'ma let that shit burn
[Verse 12]
Let that shit burn
I'ma let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
Burn gasoline
The roof on fire, I'm only getting higher
Fifty racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, I'ma let that shit burn
Written by: Big Sean, Eskeerdo, Jahlil Beats, Meek Mill