Nardo Wick, The Kid LAROI - Burning Up lyrics

(Damn, Trademark)

Quarter million dollar vacation (Vacation)
Bitch, 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 shit (yeah)
Brand new Porsche, 911
Red velvet inside my whip (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

Bitch I'm burnin' 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
Her bottom wasn't big enough
I got lots of choppers for the oppers
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 bat
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

Quarter million dollar vacation (Vacation)
Bitch, 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 shit (yeah)
Brand new Porsche, 911
Red velvet inside my whip (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Bitch I'm burnin' up, call a firetruck
They say I'm heatin' up
Bitch I'm burnin' up, call a firetruck
They say I'm heatin' up
Bitch I'm burnin' up, call a firetruck
They say I'm heatin' up
Bitch I'm burnin' up, call a firetruck
They say I'm heatin' up