Burnin Up

[Verse 1: Jeezy] 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? [Chorus] 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) [Verse 2: Slick Pulla] 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? [Chorus] 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) [Verse 3: Blood Raw] 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 [Chorus] 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)