Fire
Fire
I make it hotter, friction turns to fire
You're what I desire, I'm comin' to get you girl
That's right, that's right, it's on tonight
You're just my type, you're what I like
I bring that heat, you heard me right
Everywhere I go, go, let's go
Somethin' new, it's another episode
Music bumpin', sweat drippin' on the danceflo'
I like it when shorty get to backin' it back
When she do it like that, I don't know how to act
Now work it, go 'head grind it on me, that's perfect
I'll pay to play if it's worth it
My phone, when you want me you can chirp it
If you work it
Let me take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl, tell me you can handle it
Well, if you want it, let's go
I got that fire, so hot I burn it down
Act like you already know
I got that fire, 'cause I'm the flyest chick around
You want it, it's fire, I got it, that fire
So I might ignite ya, it's fire, it's fire
I burn it down on stage, I make it hot
'Til the fire marshall come shut down the spot
I have the club jam packed every time I rock
These other niggaz ain't got the style I got
I go back to the basics and break it all the way
All the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G.
And Tupac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar, I get you bent
You wanna party, let's party
You wanna freak, be a freak
You wanna creep, we can creep
Tell me where we should we meet
So you can take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl, tell me you can handle it
Well, if you want it, let's go
I got that fire, so hot I burn it down
Act like you already know
I got that fire, 'cause I'm the flyest chick around
You want it, it's fire, I got it, that fire
So I might ignite ya, it's fire, it's fire
Now are you really ready
I said, are you really ready?
I make the temperature rise, now don't be surprised
I have the ice on stuntin' heavy
I got a helluva flow, you should already know
Sold over 30 million records already
It's the third time around, you know how I get down
I'm hands down, pound for pound, the best around
Now work it, go 'head grind it on me, that's perfect
I'll pay to play if it's worth it
My phone, when you want me you can chirp it
If you work it
I make it hotter, friction turns to fire
You're what I desire, I'm comin' to get you girl
That's right, that's right, it's on tonight
You're just my type, you're what I like
I bring that heat, you heard me right
Everywhere I go, go, let's go
Somethin' new, it's another episode
Music bumpin', sweat drippin' on the danceflo'
I like it when shorty get to backin' it back
When she do it like that, I don't know how to act
Now work it, go 'head grind it on me, that's perfect
I'll pay to play if it's worth it
My phone, when you want me you can chirp it
If you work it
Let me take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl, tell me you can handle it
Well, if you want it, let's go
I got that fire, so hot I burn it down
Act like you already know
I got that fire, 'cause I'm the flyest chick around
You want it, it's fire, I got it, that fire
So I might ignite ya, it's fire, it's fire
I burn it down on stage, I make it hot
'Til the fire marshall come shut down the spot
I have the club jam packed every time I rock
These other niggaz ain't got the style I got
I go back to the basics and break it all the way
All the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G.
And Tupac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar, I get you bent
You wanna party, let's party
You wanna freak, be a freak
You wanna creep, we can creep
Tell me where we should we meet
So you can take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl, tell me you can handle it
Well, if you want it, let's go
I got that fire, so hot I burn it down
Act like you already know
I got that fire, 'cause I'm the flyest chick around
You want it, it's fire, I got it, that fire
So I might ignite ya, it's fire, it's fire
Now are you really ready
I said, are you really ready?
I make the temperature rise, now don't be surprised
I have the ice on stuntin' heavy
I got a helluva flow, you should already know
Sold over 30 million records already
It's the third time around, you know how I get down
I'm hands down, pound for pound, the best around
Now work it, go 'head grind it on me, that's perfect
I'll pay to play if it's worth it
My phone, when you want me you can chirp it
If you work it
Credits
Writer(s): Dawaun W. Parker, Curtis James Jackson, Sylvester Jordan Jr., Andre Romell Young, Nikki Grier
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