Salty

Lyrics

[Intro] This must be Saint Dai Burger Saint We back at it What up? [Chorus] I'm too gangster I'm too bossy I tell a mothafuckin' hater back off me I got the recipe You too salty I tell a mothafuckin' hater back off me I tell her Back, back, back, back up off me Back, back, back, back up I got that recipe You too salty I tell a mothafuckin' hater back off me [Verse 1] My name Burger D I know you heard of me If a bitch try to fight, she'd be in surgery It's an emergency I need currency See, the money maker hate her, burn, third degree I just came off tour I got jet lag (Woo!) Louis luggage, got a few bags (Carry that?) They tryna figure who I'm better than (Never) Migraines, I need exederin All these bum bitches birds, call 'em pelicans I just got a tan, more melanin In my six inch heels I moon walk on them Shit, I'ma let the money talk to 'em (Yeah!) [Chorus] I'm too gangster I'm too bossy I tell a mothafuckin' hater back off me (Told her back up off me!) I got the recipe You too salty I tell a mothafuckin' hater back off me (You gotta go!) I tell her Back, back, back, back up off me (Bye!) Back, back, back, back up I got that recipe You too salty I tell a mothafuckin' hater back off me [Verse 2] I got the juice, got the sauce, keep it slippery Eat it up, when you lick it off, leave it glittery If we ain't talking cheddar then there's a bad connection And you're looking unfamiliar to my recollection Oh, you feelin' salty? Sorry, don't blame ya Overpay to hit the stage just to entertain ya Doin' shows everywhere, crossed a couple borderlines Worry about tours, get the fuck up off of mine I'm so good up, good up, at my hood up, hood up In the kitchen mixin' with the spoon that's what up, what up Put ya foot up, foot up and wind it down, drill sergeant Salty 'cause I'm in my own lane, no margins [Chorus] I'm too gangster I'm too bossy I tell a mothafuckin' hater back off me I got the recipe You too salty I tell a mothafuckin' hater back off me I tell her Back, back, back, back up off me Back, back, back, back up I got that recipe You too salty I tell a mothafuckin' hater back off me [Outro] How does she moon walk in six inch heels? How does she moon walk in six inch heels? She be cookin', she got skills She be cookin', pay them bills It's a snack, it's an entrée, it's a whole damn meal