Fire Flame lyrics

[Hook]

Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters

Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters

Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Fresh out from my bid, bitch, it’s Lil Tunechi

I Lucille Ball, bitch I love Lucy

If these niggas dogs, I’m animal cruelty

Don't fuck with me at all, cause I’m twisted like in a Rubik's

Cube, oh my, look how the time has flown

And they say time is of the essence, but what if their clock is wrong?

But all my problems will be second and all my worries will be gone

I’ll have money bags for breakfast smell like “Bitch, I’m rich cologne”

Ha, I’m so relaxed my Gucci flats ain't got a scratch

If you got a problem with I, well I will fix them cataracts

They say it cost to be the boss, I paid the price including tax

Bitch I’m a fire flame spitter and, to me, you niggas wax

[Hook]

Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters

Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters

Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

[Verse 2: Birdman]

In this World with my Tommy gun, banana clip the red rum

100 millions dollars, put my life down for my son

Spend a little cash, bust a nigga ass

5-star nigga, 2 mill on the dash

Yeah, militant minded

Uptown soldier, you have been blinded

Grinding all the time, bitch, stunting, and we shining

Diving in deep shit, the money keep climbing

Blah, the bottles keep popping

Dom P, Rose, Perrier popping

Them bitches see we rocking the whips we be rocking

Iced up, tatted up, fire flame blaaap

[Hook]

Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters

Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters

Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

I got pussy coming to me

Shotgun in my draws, make your woman bite the bullet

Sitting in my hog, tell my chauffeur, “To the penthouse”

Pockets so deep, it's like my money gotta swim out

Marley say fuck 'em, Scoob say fuck 'em

Bitch I’m still the best overall like a jumper

Weezy F-F, fire flame spitter

Hundred million dollars, pocket change, nigga

[Verse 4: Birdman]

See these first class flights, we strapped up in the trenches

Nigga want some business, bitch, we getting it in this business

Some ten figure niggas, blood rich gang nigga

Fire flame spitters, point blank nigga

Money and the power, swag out the shower

Spending nigga, then them pussies running like some cowards

Bigger Than Life nigga, C4, bitch

A hundred million dolllars, my son born rich

Blaaapp

[Hook]

Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters

Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters

Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars