Artist: Twista f/ Berner, Wiz Khalifa
Album:  Dark Horse
Song:   Burnin
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Berner] + (Wiz Khalifa)
{*inhales, exhales, coughs*} Goddamn!
Wiz, what's up boy?
I see you fresh to def man, youknow'mtalkinbout?
(Let's just do it)
New J's, old schools for days, know'mtalkinbout?
New chains (uhh) boy

[Chorus 2X: Wiz Khalifa]
My car burnin, my weed burnin
My bitch so bad, you touch her once she burn ya
So much money I burn it, so much money I burn it
So much money I burn it, so much money I burn it

[Twista]
So much money I burn it, Twista~!

My Trues are sittin on ostrich, smokin the blunt that's preposterous
Shoebox of hundreds in my closet, on the way to the bank to make a deposit
I get piles of money cause I deserve it, do what the fuck I want with it cause I earned it
Roll up a hundred dollar bill then I burn it, put some bud up in the bag then I serve it
Words is, comin up about the way that I be such a professional when I pearl, what I heard 'bout rookies
They don't know what they be doin when they fuckin with the huff instead of fuckin with the girl scout cookies
Get the hash, light it up, if you got some bad bitches then invite 'em up
I burn a blunt and if it's tires on the car we burnin rubber, give a motherfucker by us and the tires up
Uhh (my weed burnin) I know the weed gon' linger, cause ain't no tellin what we gon' bring ya
You wanna feel it, cover the hole and hit it in the bong, now release yo' finger
Get the full effect about the mechanism when I hit the ism as if I was lookin through a prism
Rollin with Berner and Wiz and we get high, I want a gift for my niggaz that be lookin through a prison
I don't take it for granted so I blow, I'ma keep it with me whatever that I go
You ain't gotta tell me, I know that my eyes low, I don't give a fuck, I light up and ride slow
Everything I know burnin, my flows burnin, my rings burnin
My watch burnin, my truck burnin, my eyes burnin, my green burnin

[Chorus]

[Berner]
Uhh, climb hoes yup, tell her get her bread right, last show make sure that's air-tight
Big Bern done playin around baby girl; keep a big gun on me, it's a crazy world
Can I just get money on my whole team? Break it down now I'll move the whole thing
Take break money blow it on a gold chain, in my own lane, do a hundo
Roll up, please no blunts though, see the gun smoke, when I unload
Better duck low, only run from the undo's like, fuck it it was fun though
In a black truck, with a Mac tucked, if they act up, they'll get slapped up
Pure Jack, 'bout to get wrapped up, good pack but the money gon' stack up
Took too many might O-D, I'm low-key, I'm O.G.
Xanax, and codeine, I got a girl out in that O.C.
Down low to crush, she sex a plus, she work late night and now shake her butt
She pay a thug, that's major love, count so much you got paper cuts
I might take two hundred and burn it, so much weed that I'm burnin
Hit the gas, my car burnin, I'm poppin tags, and that hard cookin
Got twelve girls and they all lookin, pull up and they all lookin
She's star struck, get your broad tooken, when she mad at you, she call Berner

[Chorus]