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 30 (oh yeah) They ain't ever seen that shit (hell nah) 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 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 30 (oh yeah) They ain't ever seen that shit (hell nah) Brand-new Porsche, 911, red velvet inside my whip (ah, ah, ah, ah) Bitch I'm burning up, call a firetruck, they say I'm heating up Bitch I'm burning up, call a firetruck, they say I'm heating up Bitch I'm burning up, call a firetruck, they say I'm heating up Bitch I'm burning up, call a firetruck, they say I'm heating up