Fire

Uh huh, uh huh

Yeah, yeah, uh

Fifty racks for a show

C-count that bread and do

Yeah, I been waiting too long

To get you out of that thong

Pocket full of hundreds

That's exactly how I run this shit

Yeah, faded off of that pour up

And I'ma keep counting my dough up

I got pockets full of racks

Girls on the floor

Versace on my back

Everything gold

With this world in my hand

I'ma feed it to my gang

And middle finger to the sky

To my haters who can't stand it, goddamn

I like just the bitch that I came with

Yeah, you ain't even that famous

You ain't even that famous

But you look so good in this motherfucker

Yeah you know we all good in this motherfucker

That's why I

Gotta let you know you got that fire

Girl you got that fire

Girl you got that fire

Girl you got that fire

Girl you got that fire

Now turn around and bust it for me

Or let a **** just bust it open

You already know just what we smoking

Boss shit, ****, that's how we roll it, oh

Now tell me what's your story

She got secrets, no Victoria

Yeah I'ma let my chains out

And show you what the gang 'bout

I got pockets full of racks

Girls on the floor

Versace on my back

Everything gold

With this world in my hand

I'ma feed it to my gang

And middle finger to the sky

To my haters who can't stand it, goddamn

I like just the bitch that I came with

Yeah, you ain't even that famous

You ain't even that famous

But you look so good in this motherfucker

Yeah you know we all good in this motherfucker

That's why I

Gotta let you know you got that fire

Girl you got that fire

Girl you got that fire

Girl you got that fire

Girl you got that fire

Mandela faces on that door

So drop it to the floor

Because we 'bout to blow

Girl you got that fire

Girl you got that fire

Girl you got that fire