Turn Up The Flame

Lyrics

[Intro] Make it feel good, you know what I'm sayin'? Make motherfuckers wanna say it, you know what I mean? Yeah, this shit don't stop, you know what I'm sayin'? This is my time right now, ain't no tomorrow Yeah, look [Chorus] We gon' turn up the flame, put the press on 'em Pull out them cards, hit the mall and get fresh on 'em Been grindin', I feel a check comin' Let me do my thing before I stretch somethin' I been on the grind, I feel a check comin' We gon' turn up the flame and put the press on 'em Pull out them cars and get fresh on 'em Let me do my thing before I stretch somethin' [Verse 1] Eatin' caviar at the World Off, probably 'bout to piss the world off I give em' the middle finger, if shit go next level I give em' the trigger finger Thumbin' through the money, pinky ring heavy Ring finger naked, I ain't never gettin' married I got homies doin' life, I got homies gettin' buried Gotta stay focused before the streets be the death of me I got a vision for me and my niggas next to me Ten digit business, billion dollar destiny Out the blue, niggas turnin' into opposition You not cool rollin' in them old model Benzes I got away from niggas and then I got to millions Baby chased me off and now I got bitches Best thing coulda ever happened Got rid of the dead weight and the extra baggage [Chorus] We gon' turn up the flame, put the press on 'em Pull out them cards, hit the mall and get fresh on 'em Been grindin', I feel a check comin' Let me do my thing before I stretch somethin' I been on the grind, I feel a check comin' We gon' turn up the flame and put the press on 'em Pull out them cars and get fresh on 'em Let me do my thing before I stretch somethin' [Verse 2] Street life made me ice cold, street life made me a entrepreneur Street life made me a real legend, but these days street niggas really ain't impressive One time for the niggas still stickin' to the code that been under pressure and never told One time for the people makin' somethin' out of nothin' Navigatin' through the Matrix, makin' money Yeah, I been grindin', I feel a check comin' But these ho niggas make me wanna stretch somethin' It is what it is, I don't regret nothin' Niggas ain't real men, they don't correct nothin' Pull out them cars and go and get fly, I be the streets motivation 'til I die Pull out them cars and go and get fly, I be the streets motivation 'til I die [Chorus] We gon' turn up the flame, put the press on 'em Pull out them cards, hit the mall and get fresh on 'em Been grindin', I feel a check comin' Let me do my thing before I stretch somethin' I been on the grind, I feel a check comin' We gon' turn up the flame and put the press on 'em Pull out them cars and get fresh on 'em Let me do my thing before I stretch somethin'