Burning It Up - Work Out Music

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, hide yo kids, hide yo wife

We raping everybody out here, you know what I’m saying?

Shmang, shmang, pow, pow, yo, yo

Back with the better flow, live the life you’ll never know

Got this model, bent one time, that’s what I call a centrefold

Bitches at my shows, I replays on them, my Pick-n-Rolls

They love the show nigga that’s got it popping

Like sausage on a kitchen stove, woah

I’m doing everything they wish they did

I’m bringing home the bacon like I skinned a pig

Put my CD on your christmas list

These niggas is trash, they should wear a bag like Missy did

I ain’t playing no more, I do everything that I say

And I don’t go to the club, unless a nigga 'bout to get paid

I’m pulling up in all black, with my shades on like I’m Blade

There’s a lot of fish in the sea, I keep all of mine in the tank

Twenty-three making more money than your mother

Took some uppers

Now I’m bouncing 'round the club, just like I’m Flubber

And I travel like a trucker, all my shows is doing numbers

I been good for 'bout four years, Oklahoma City Thunder

And that shit make you feel good

And that shit make you feel good

And that shit make you feel good

But if it don’t, I got some other shit that still could

Back with the hottest sauce, looking like a fucking boss

Making money, yours is slimming down, we call that Ricky Ross

Lyrics stuck in everybody mouth, they need dental floss

Wanna shake my hand, I’ll leave you hanging, like a fricking cross

Yeah, I got the game on pad lock

Gummy bears all on my calves, they still black socks

I got a drunk cartoon to be my mascot

We been flipping bitches, like a motherfucking laptop

I ain’t tripping no more, I got everything that I need

I got bottles all in my room, I got beer pong and weed

I got white twins in my phone, save them «Thing 1» and «Thing 2»

They not tryna tie my down, them hoes don’t even wear shoes

Twenty three making more money than your father

Watch me prosper, get these girls a spanking, like an angry toddler

I got lipstick on my collar, dressed in black, just like a robber

Boy, I’m fly like Harry Potter, I make hits just like The Dotters