50 Cent - Burner on Me lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - Burner on Me lyrics]
I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me
(Stunt on me, stunt on me)
I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me
(Front on me, front on me)
I got that burner on me, III'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
I got that burner on me, III'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
So what you got a Benz? I buy my bitch a Benz
Them niggas you be fucking with
I wouldn't fuck with them
I'm on that brick shit
You still on that block shit
I sell them whole ones, you
Sell ten dollar rocks, bitch
Man, get your weight up
I said get your weight up
Stay in your place 'fore you
Get your ass sprayed up
Man, I ain't ever scared
I got all kind of guns
I'm getting plenty bread
I throw the hoes to one
Strip, bitch, you heard me? I said strip
Bitch i'm cold as ice, check the
Temperature on my wrist, trick
I blew three hundred grand
What kind of watch is that?
I bet you wanna know, stop
Tryna jack my swag, ho
Gucci, Fendi, Prada and that Louis
Now I'm hotter
So it's Tom Ford and Armani, YSL
I'm fly as hell
I be Louis Vuitton swan with my hair mask on
I look good enough to eat
Your bitches suck me and all fuck me
I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me
(Stunt on me, stunt on me)
I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me
(Front on me, front on me)
I got that burner on me, III'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
I got that burner on me, III'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
You say you hard as a motherfucker
You goin' HAM
We're strapped in this motherfucker
Now understand banana clip, banana split
I be on some gangsta shit
Dump 30 here, dump 30 there
I make it hot up out this bitch
My diamonds bigger, grimy
Niggas, city slicker, pull the trigger
Line a nigga, it's a stick up, money pick up
Dust kick up
Tires screeching when I'm reaching
50 preach in church, bitch
This is pimping
Fuck around and end up in the worst shit
Hollow tip, 40 mag, bloody rags, toe tag
Body bag, killer swag
Blood all on my Gucci shit
Now I'm mad in the Jag, same day, this is bad
Fucking fag, look at your ass
Why you make me do this shit?
I'm built for this, so I was told
Since mama gone I've been on my own
I'm for real about it, man
Fuck how you feel about it
Nigga, we in the streets
That's why we holdin' heat
I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me
(Stunt on me, stunt on me)
I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me
(Front on me, front on me)
I got that burner on me, III'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
I got that burner on me, III'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
(Stunt on me, stunt on me)
I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me
(Front on me, front on me)
I got that burner on me, III'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
I got that burner on me, III'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
So what you got a Benz? I buy my bitch a Benz
Them niggas you be fucking with
I wouldn't fuck with them
I'm on that brick shit
You still on that block shit
I sell them whole ones, you
Sell ten dollar rocks, bitch
Man, get your weight up
I said get your weight up
Stay in your place 'fore you
Get your ass sprayed up
Man, I ain't ever scared
I got all kind of guns
I'm getting plenty bread
I throw the hoes to one
Strip, bitch, you heard me? I said strip
Bitch i'm cold as ice, check the
Temperature on my wrist, trick
I blew three hundred grand
What kind of watch is that?
I bet you wanna know, stop
Tryna jack my swag, ho
Gucci, Fendi, Prada and that Louis
Now I'm hotter
So it's Tom Ford and Armani, YSL
I'm fly as hell
I be Louis Vuitton swan with my hair mask on
I look good enough to eat
Your bitches suck me and all fuck me
I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me
(Stunt on me, stunt on me)
I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me
(Front on me, front on me)
I got that burner on me, III'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
I got that burner on me, III'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
You say you hard as a motherfucker
You goin' HAM
We're strapped in this motherfucker
Now understand banana clip, banana split
I be on some gangsta shit
Dump 30 here, dump 30 there
I make it hot up out this bitch
My diamonds bigger, grimy
Niggas, city slicker, pull the trigger
Line a nigga, it's a stick up, money pick up
Dust kick up
Tires screeching when I'm reaching
50 preach in church, bitch
This is pimping
Fuck around and end up in the worst shit
Hollow tip, 40 mag, bloody rags, toe tag
Body bag, killer swag
Blood all on my Gucci shit
Now I'm mad in the Jag, same day, this is bad
Fucking fag, look at your ass
Why you make me do this shit?
I'm built for this, so I was told
Since mama gone I've been on my own
I'm for real about it, man
Fuck how you feel about it
Nigga, we in the streets
That's why we holdin' heat
I got a clip for a nigga tryna stunt on me
(Stunt on me, stunt on me)
I put a bullet in a nigga tryna front on me
(Front on me, front on me)
I got that burner on me, III'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'
I got that burner on me, III'm up now
I'm strapped bitch, we ballin'