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[Big Sean & Meek Mill] God (Yea) Oh God, Boi, (Yea) G.O.O.D. (MMG, N*gga) [Meek Mill] Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X Skinny n*gga but I do it Large like a 3X The last n*gga tried to do me wrong umm he checked Right back to that money slinging O's in the P.Jects Or prolly catchin' mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet Cause we next and we flex like [Big Sean] 90PX, working all night, no breaks or a recess Vroom Vroom, yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex B*tch I'm 23 years old and I ain't riding in a Prius My cousin finished school, can't believe he graduated Threw him 20,000 dollars, told his ass congratulations Cause me... I wasn't made for that sh*t But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his sh*t And to all the hoes that was dissin', I pray to God that you see me I'm on a yacht getting hella' high smoking good that seaweed Bad b*tch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi's Million dollar deals on my email, you mad as hell you ain't CC'ed Chain all V.S., b*tch you knows it's B.S., boy I run my city [Meek Mill] End of story, n*gga P.S All white Maybach, Greenbay they packed Y'all n*ggas was snackin', 'member the hard nights we trappin' And they say lifes a game of chess, you can play checkers all on my jacket Cause it's Damier and we bombs away on y'all big rappers I say yeah n*gga I murder that, Panamera inserted back N*ggas say they want beef, well where the f*ck is my burger at? I got white, was serving that, I been to jail, I ain't going back I alley hoop your b*tch off that backboard, she throw it back I slam dunk in that pussy Blake Griffin your ho n*gga 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 Nuvo and I dogged that Cujo [Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill] N*ggas want talk What they gone say I hit the pedal til that muthaf*cka break Freaky b*tches love the money I make And to live like this You muthaf*ckas gotta pay So let that sh*t burn Let that sh*t burn Let that sh*t burn Let that sh*t burn Gasoline, The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher 50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles I'ma let that sh*t burn [Big Sean] B*tch I had one shot and I ain't blow it Riding til 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 [Meek Mill] Burn b*tch, I let it burn b*tch My money straighter than a motherf*cking perm b*tch No navigation, you can see that it is my turn chyea (Swirv, swirv) Shorty give me all that brain, still ain't never learned sh*t [Big Sean] Oh that's your girl? Damn n*gga you ain't learn sh*t She naked in my studio, I'm on that Howard Stern sh*t I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell Same sh*t different day, I ain't broke no more it's a different day Don't turn me down I got sh*t to say, My purp strong like it's lifting weights It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon, I got a bad b*tch with them pom pom's My Rollie don't tick tock, your sh*t sound like a time bomb - boom... Lil' b*tch [Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill] N*ggas want talk What they gone say I hit the pedal til that muthaf*cka break Freaky b*tches love the money I make And to live like this You muthaf*ckas gotta pay So let that sh*t burn Let that sh*t burn Let that sh*t burn Let that sh*t burn Gasoline, The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher 50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles I'ma let that sh*t burn Let that sh*t burn I'ma let that sh*t burn Let that sh*t burn Gasoline, The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher 50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles I'ma let that sh*t burn |