Verse 1:
Book smart but I street learn/ lean purple then tree burn/ Vt that's bburg, to DC and leesburg/ bottoms up my speech slurred/ top down when we swerve/ push start no key to turn/ its all I do, don't need work/ we clap back, don't beef first/ money strait but I see curves/ modle broads, just tag along they hangin on my T shirt/ they comin back... revert/ stay down til her knees hurt/ hit it from the front then I throw that %#@! in reverse/ my level turned up, all this liquor got me faded/ wood grippin the Mercedes tres half naked ladies/ in the back goin 80/ chain swanging when im lane changing/ yea u know the $#&@in name baby/ They call me burton, swag on these mother $#&@ers for certain/ its curtains on the beat, I should be sentenced for murder/ With the whip blacked out, you cant see that we burnin/ but when the windows drop clouds rollin out like a furnace


Verse 2:
Beat be on that pogo flow/ its bouncing bumpin overloading/ if you trynta smoke il show you how dope all this LoCo dro is/ overdosing goin toe to toe with no one/ no one on my level, patron got me turning over in the morning like damn... the $#&@ I do last night/ (*##$es numbers, names jumbled, and one that spent the night/ Swag must be her type/ She bad I hit it nice/ she know im bout that mary but don't ask the be the wife/ come on now bout that life don't slow down/ got that light don't go down/ (*##$es trynta drop it low call that %#@! a ho-down/Whoa now...lets mix it up/ if that volume down lets lift it up/ we got the loud lets twist it up/ a problem now you'll forget it wit us/ so you can see me with them dunks iand the snap back/ whip bumpin down the block call it crack back/ racks stacked, something like the nasdaq/ ladies so thirsty that they begging me to tap that, stat.


Verse 3:
Money stacked that long way/ fresh whip but chron stank/ sippon on that Dom Perignon, gone off that Bombay/ inferno no dante/ mami so picante/ she hot like them dog days shakin what her mom gave/ $$# fat no concave/she something else (Ellis) like Monte/ gon cray like Kanye/ geeked off that bomb Yay/ blowin up like Pompey/ no piggy bank, but dimes stay/ jealous type you gon hate, but tell me what you gon say (nothing)/ $#&@ed ups my mindstate/ two blunts together make that (*##$ elongate/ tastes great call that %#@! an entrée/ finish wit a fat J (Jay) and hit it like Beyonce/ so all my single ladies, if u tryna stay/ go and call a friend and we turn it to a conclave/ cuz im a mother $#&@in playa liken Delante/ but I ball like Lebron James


Hook:
Say you got it like this (where it at X2)
Strait fire like this (where it at x2)

Say you ball like this (where it at x2)
Crew hard like this (where it at x2)