Ludacris, Big K.R.I.T. - I'm on Fire lyrics

Look, I make my own decisions
Learn from my own mistakes
My enemies they want beef but
Don’t know what’s at stake
I started out with nothing
Just a dream and some hope
I fiend for riches like them
Crackheads fiend for the dope
I went from freeze tag to
Holding some weed bags
To a clown of hoes juggling my bean bags
I went from spin the bottle to kiss the model
Take 3 more seconds we gon’ find
Out if she spit's or swallows
I heard it’s a recession
While you hardly survive
The hardest decision of my day
Is which car I’mma drive
Rolls Royce Phantom, maybe the gold Ac'
Or the origami Ferrari the way it fold back
This ain’t no 760, bitch this a Alpina
Custom kit's, chrome lips as deep as vagina
And women lost for words
Guess they don’t know English
No matter what language they speak
They all know dinglish

Don’t you understand with this
Blunt in my hand (I’m on fire)
Smoke, smoke, smoke sum’n
Don’t you understand with the world in my
Hand if I hate the shit (How am I to know)

Now as the world turns, spinning on it's axis
My dick be brushing women’s
Lips like chapstick
They say it’s cold outside
So like a dentist
I’m just trying to keep they mouth wide
Reminiscing on my days on the south side
I made Nene leak and I
Ain’t talking ‘bout no housewives
From eating canned tuna to
Shoe deals with Puma
From women saying "Hey Chris"
To "Goddamn Luda!"
From playing slap box to making the ‘Lac drop
To white neighbors all swear
I’m slanging crack rock eyes so low
They think I’m Asian when I’m blazing
Cuz that purple’s on my chest like
I’m playing for the Ravens
Cadillac Deville still rolling ‘til
The tires flat not from Arizona but I swear
I want that diamond back
Sunroof top, wood grain wheel
I signed for millions
Y’all will never get the same deal

Don’t you understand with this
Blunt in my hand (I’m on fire)
Smoke, smoke, smoke sum’n
Don’t you understand with the world in my
Hand if I hate the shit (How am I to know)

I got a candy coated fetish
Ho don’t you forget
Well bi-bi-bi-bi let me wet it
It’s that K-R-I T stay beside me
We can go get this dough
That mean you mine if you show me you down
I promise I won’t let you go
I got a old school and that bass beat
If it ain’t on chrome then it ain’t me
Have my mouth piece colder than the A c
So call me father winter in
The peak of summer, i spit December
Breaking backs til they crack and limber
If that’s yo bitch she can’t remember
I give her wood, she holler timber
In the paint
I play the center – of attention
Take the vision of a player
With intentions to be richer
Well I hate you missed it back again
One more time for them fuck niggas and
Them thoroughbred that won’t fuck with him
And hang on cuz I stuck with them
I ain’t got time to waste ho
Didn’t have shit now I make more
Than I can barely count
Keep a thoroughbred shaking what the
Good Lord gave her
Yo chick ass barely bouncing
We still live from the underground
Ain’t nothing change to me
I put it down for the south and embody
Everything that these lame niggas claim to be
Young Krizzle!

Don’t you understand with this
Blunt in my hand (I’m on fire)
Smoke, smoke, smoke sum’n
Don’t you understand with the world in my
Hand if I hate the shit (How am I to know)