[Big Sean & Meek Mill]
God (Yea)
Oh God, Boi, (Yea)

G.O.O.D. (MMG, N*gga)

Meek Mill:


Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X

Skinny n*gga but I do it Large like a 3X
The last n*gga tried to do me wrong umm he checked
Right back to that money slinging O's in the P.Jects

Or prolly catchin' mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet
Cause we next and we flex like


Big Sean:

90PX, working all night no breaks or a recess

Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
B*tch, I'm 23 years old and I ain't riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school can't believe he graduated

Threw him 20,000 dollars told his $$# congratulations
Cause me... I wasn't made for that sh*t
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his sh*t

And to all the hoes that was dissin' I pray to God that you see me
I'm on a yacht getting hella' high smoking good that seaweed
Bad b*tch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi's

Million dollar deals on my email you mad as hell you ain't CC'ed
Chain all V.S. b*tch you knows it's B.S. boy I run my city


Meek Mill:

End of story, n*gga P.S

All white Maybach Greenbay they packin'
Y'all n*ggas was slackin' 'member the hard nights we trappin'
And they say lifes a game of chess you can play checkers all on my jacket

Cause it's Damier and we bombs away on y'all big rappers
I say yeah n*gga I murder that Panamera turtle back
N*ggas say they want beef well where the f*ck is my burger at?

I got white was serving that I been to jail I ain't going back
I alley oop your b*tch off that backboard she throw it back
I slam dunk in that #~!!@, Blake Griffin'd yo ho, n*gga

Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
That's cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho
That #~!!@ pink like Nuvo and I dog that Cujo


Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill


N*ggas wanna talk
What they gon' say
I hit the pedal 'til that muthaf*cka break

Freaky b*tches love the money I make
And to live like this
You muthaf*ckas gotta pay

So let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn

Let that sh*t burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher

50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I'ma let that sh*t burn


Big Sean:

B*tch I had one shot and I ain't blow it

Riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra


Meek Mill:


Burn b*tch I let it burn b*tch
My money straighter than a motherf*cking perm b*tch
No navigation you can see it is my turn sh*t (swirv, swirv)

Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned sh*t

Big Sean:

Oh that's your girl? Damn n*gga you ain't learn sh*t

She naked in my studio I'm on that Howard Stern sh*t
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that #~!!@ got the new car smell
Same sh*t different day I ain't broke no more it's a different day
Don't turn me down I got sh*t to say my purp strong like it's lifting weights

It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon I got a bad b*tch with them pom pom's
My Rollie don't tick-tock your sh*t sound like a time bomb, boom
Lil' b*tch

Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill


N*ggas wanna talk
What they gon' say
I hit the pedal 'til that muthaf*cka break
Freaky b*tches love the money I make

And to live like this
You muthaf*ckas gotta pay
So let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn
Let that sh*t burn

Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I'ma let that sh*t burn

Let that sh*t burn
I'ma let that sh*t burn

Let that sh*t burn
Gasoline,
The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles
I'ma let that sh*t burn