Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burnin Up, artist - Young Jeezy. Date of issue: 21.07.2008
Song language: English
Burnin Up |
| Give me the whole bag |
| I ain’t trippin' on a push |
| In a world of street niggas |
| Got more money than George Bush |
| So nigga I understand 'em |
| I ain’t never seen the leader of our nation in a Phantom |
| That’s why I spit that real shit, real niggas can ride to |
| G’s and the street niggas like to get high to |
| Spent a grip round my neck, nigga just because |
| So in the words of Kink B, nigga, stall my balls |
| Got that crazy cash |
| That insane money |
| Fall off in Magic City, make it rain money |
| Count all night, co-caine money |
| That do whatcha gotta do, I ain’t ashamed money |
| You burnin' up, daddy |
| And I ain’t never gone stop |
| Gotta a hunnit thou- sittin in the parkin' lot |
| I paid hella dues |
| That’s why that bitch sittin' on some chrome tennis shoes |
| And it’s a show stopper |
| Cuz we shop at 404, not Foot Locker |
| And yeah nigga, that’s real |
| Now was ya man doin' that before his deal? |
| You burnin' up daddy, ya too hot |
| Them other niggas wanna get what ya got |
| You burnin' up daddy, ya too hot |
| Them other niggas wanna get what ya got |
| You like this daddy, you like that? |
| (Now break it down for me) |
| You like this daddy, you like that? |
| (Now break it down for me) |
| You like this daddy, you like that? |
| (Now break it down for me) |
| You like this daddy, you like that? |
| (Now break it down for me) |
| Got million dollar plans, but I ain’t Ted DiBiase |
| Sneeze on ya with the snub nose to get ya off me |
| We make bread like a mint, nigga |
| United Streets Dopeboys in this bitch, nigga |
| We pull broads off the benches, turn 'em to some starters |
| We pop choppers that’ll spray ya patna like Binaca |
| We big talkers cuz we live it, this is more than rappin' |
| My mack furs got me sittin like a carriage wagon |
| So when we come through, clean the slate |
| G’d up, my feet clickin' with my Bathing Apes |
| And we can get this shit crackin' |
| Mob through the smoke chokin' 'thrax nigga, What’s Hatnin? |
| Raw the truth, Dwyane Wade of the street nigga |
| Florida Marlin, but I stay packin' Heat nigga |
| And the man mouth glow like a bottle of Cris' |
| Lemme hear ya, shawty know he got a hell of a wrist |
| Came through, Chevy lookin' like a Big Wheel |
| Banana guts, sittin' high up on them big wheels |
| And the trunk sound like the band at FAMU |
| I’m lookin' down on them clowns on them 22s |
| Shawty rock game sorta like I’m Barney Rubble |
| So many colors in my charm, look like Fruity Pebbles |
| Respect the shield, USDA, yeah we came thru |
| We gettin' money while you niggas ain’t countin' clues |