CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Burning Up (Original)
Damn, Trademark
Caught a million-dollar vacation (Vacation)
B*t*h, this is a money conversation (Oh yeah)
Look at where I come from, it's amazing
Under California sun, on the beach gettin' faded
Doubled up my cup and it's a whole lot of dirty (Yeah)
Where I'm from, I'm the first on Forbes under thirty (Oh yeah)
They ain't ever seen that sh*t (Yeah)
Brand new Porsche, 911, red velvet inside my whip (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
B*t*h I'm burning up, call a firetruck, they say I'm heatin' up
Suitcase for my racks, they say that duffle wasn't big enough
Sent her to the doctor 'cause hеr bottom wasn't big enough
I got lots of choppers for the oppеrs, we gon' hit 'em up (Grraow, grraow, grraow)
Give it up, this a robbery, I want my style back
We don't do the woofin', go find someone else to howl at (Grraow, grraow, grraow)
Big chains, swinging on my neck like a ball back
If he try to touch it, put a hole in his ballcap (Baow, baow)
Grape guts, I put purple seats in my Trackhawk
Don't get mad at me, she told me, "Hit her," that ain't my fault
General, never taking orders, I'm a big boss
If I tell 'em go, they gon' spiral like a football
Bloop-bloop, Nardo came through drippin' like a wet treat
She don't want relations, she say she just wanna sext me
Never call my phone, if you need me, better text me
Caught a million-dollar vacation (Vacation)
B*t*h, this is a money conversation (Oh yeah)
Look at where I come from, it's amazing
Under California sun, on the beach getting faded
Doubled up my cup and it's a whole lot of dirty (Yeah)
Where I'm from, I'm the first on Forbes under thirty (Oh yeah)
They ain't ever seen that sh*t (Yeah)
Brand new Porsche, 911, red velvet inside my whip (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
I swear everybody want something from me (Somethin' from me)
And if you see me at the club, I got a couple hundred to be there
Ain't no questions about it, lotta checks in my balance
Ain't no dancing around it, that lil' hoe a eater
Reminiscing on my math teachers sayin' I wouldn't make it
Now I'm makin' in a day what her salary was payin'
I bet that she feel crazy now
Paranoia everyday so I light me a wood and face it (Face it, face it, face it)
Caught a million-dollar vacation (Vacation)
B*t*h, this is a money conversation (Oh yeah)
Look at where I come from, it's amazing
Under California sun, on the beach gettin' faded
Doubled up my cup and it's a whole lot of dirty (Yeah)
Where I'm from, I'm the first on Forbes under thirty (Oh yeah)
They ain't ever seen that sh*t (Yeah)
Brand new Porsche, 911, red velvet inside my whip (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
B*t*h I'm burning up, call a firetruck, they say I'm heatin' up
Suitcase for my racks, they say that duffle wasn't big enough
Sent her to the doctor 'cause hеr bottom wasn't big enough
I got lots of choppers for the oppеrs, we gon' hit 'em up (Grraow, grraow, grraow)
Give it up, this a robbery, I want my style back
We don't do the woofin', go find someone else to howl at (Grraow, grraow, grraow)
Big chains, swinging on my neck like a ball back
If he try to touch it, put a hole in his ballcap (Baow, baow)
Grape guts, I put purple seats in my Trackhawk
Don't get mad at me, she told me, "Hit her," that ain't my fault
General, never taking orders, I'm a big boss
If I tell 'em go, they gon' spiral like a football
Bloop-bloop, Nardo came through drippin' like a wet treat
She don't want relations, she say she just wanna sext me
Never call my phone, if you need me, better text me
Caught a million-dollar vacation (Vacation)
B*t*h, this is a money conversation (Oh yeah)
Look at where I come from, it's amazing
Under California sun, on the beach getting faded
Doubled up my cup and it's a whole lot of dirty (Yeah)
Where I'm from, I'm the first on Forbes under thirty (Oh yeah)
They ain't ever seen that sh*t (Yeah)
Brand new Porsche, 911, red velvet inside my whip (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
I swear everybody want something from me (Somethin' from me)
And if you see me at the club, I got a couple hundred to be there
Ain't no questions about it, lotta checks in my balance
Ain't no dancing around it, that lil' hoe a eater
Reminiscing on my math teachers sayin' I wouldn't make it
Now I'm makin' in a day what her salary was payin'
I bet that she feel crazy now
Paranoia everyday so I light me a wood and face it (Face it, face it, face it)
