Burning Up (feat. The Kid LAROI)

(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)

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, swingin' 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 takin' 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 treesh

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 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)

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