Lyrics

Who you know more booked than me? Who you know leave these hoes more shook than me? Nobody out here turnin' more looks than me Who you know wrote the cook book, that be me Yeah, that be me Who you know wrote the cook book, that be me Yeah, Burger B, wrote the cook book, that be me Call her platypus, Burger servin' pussy on a plate Platypus, Burger servin' pussy on a plate Call her platypus, Burger servin' pussy on a plate Burger servin' pussy on a plate No panties Stacked like a pantry Don't make me call my auntie She gone give you a spankin' Fuck was you thankin' Questioning my ranking My shit loud in the ground, burger be dankin' Pee U your shit is stankin' I'm clankin' clankin' Franklins on the way to the bankin' That chick from Queens y'all don't know nothin bout it I'm the only chick in high school that looked like I had a stylist Gotta clean up this city, no garbage man But instead you could call me catwoman Only difference got on bamboo's and Timberland My city, call it Burger B's wonderland