Fat Trel - Burn lyrics

rate me

Ft. Rick Ross

(Intro)

You was right, I was wrong

Yeah

(Verse: Fat Trel)

Anotha nigga die as my cell phone rings

Same time bitches kiss the pinky ring

I'm a Don, my motha say she knew that all along

Back when I was neva home, when I was, I was strong

Try & sell the white like it's right, I was wrong

But the $ wasn't light, it was ripe, it was long

Can't be living basic all the business people take it

Mo' investigations, all the $ we be makin'

Double M the G right now I feel like we the greatest

Nobody hating, I promise that's not a statement

They in the building with killers they neva say shit

& all my niggas the realest cuz we don't take shit

Rose just called me like got a body fo' ya fo' 40

I told him if he that important I kill him fo' sure

Stash bodies, I pay the storage, I pay the mortgage

I'm scoreless, they told me my record was gorgeous

Wait & listen, then I really start 2 pay attention

Miami in the reif, but the Ferrari missing

Rare forges on these, sorry spotted Tracy in it

I'm in the B 7, she try 2 rape me in it

I start caressing 'er friend & she told me wait 1 minute

I'm breaking records, in 60 seconds we finna sex

Then fuck the rest of this beat, cuz I'm as finished flex

No regrets, just rolling, me & my weapon

(Hook x2)

Burn this muthafucka down (burn this muthafucka down)

Burn this muthafucka down (down)

We be 'em niggas, 'em niggas don't eva come around

& when they pull up my choppa like turn the fuck around

Befo' I...

(Verse 2: Rick Ross)

We checking the luggage & carry on all the $

Feeding all of my niggas, still get new coupes erry summer

Interested in jets & unfo'gettable sex

He caught the Rico probono-in' when they bought a Corvette

Fuck the feds, get it tatted on my neck & leg

Balling like I'm Derrick Rose on my second legs

That 14 looking like my mama devilish

Ya a bitch, in jail them niggas even had ya making beds (what?)

Fo' a fiend in my blood I write a hundred songs

Neva fronting now my new shit got a hundred rooms

Double M, we them dudes not 2 run into

Slutty Boyz, pussy boys what ya want to do? Huh?

(Hook x2)

Burn this muthafucka down (burn this muthafucka down)

Burn this muthafucka down (down)

We be 'em niggas, 'em niggas don't eva come around

& when they pull up my choppa like turn the fuck around

Befo' I...

(Verse 3: Rick Ross)

My 4 4 leave a fuck nigga bed ridden

Bed sores & his ol' hoe's head spinning

Think it's a game, niggas laying in the rain

Fo' sum' shit on Twitter, nigga what the fuck ya saying?

Warden kept a stick in his dad's boards

Then went 2 war with the whole task force

A quarter key is these nigga's goals

Caught a case & his whole damn brother told

(Verse 4: Fat Trel)

Fuck is wrong with these niggas souls?

Ain't taking lip from a bitch unless 'er pussy is gold

& me & bruh blow betta 'dro got different calls

I different business & Benz, different area codes

Wonder why them Taliban niggas neva fold

I chop 'em like a China man when I drop a roll

My teacha driving that Camry so I was neva wrong

She should have listened 2 me, I was right all along

(Hook x2)

Burn this muthafucka down (burn this muthafucka down)

Burn this muthafucka down (down)

We be 'em niggas, 'em niggas don't eva come around

& when they pull up my choppa like turn the fuck around