Burn Fat Trel (Ft. Rick Ross)

[Intro: Fat Trel]
It was right, I was wrong
Yeah

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
Another nigga die as my cell phone rings
Same time bitches kiss the pinky ring
I'm a Don, my mother say she knew that all along
Back when I was never home, when I was I was strong
Try and sell the white like it's right, I was wrong
But the money wasn't light, it was ripe, it was long
Can't be livin' basic all the business people take it
More investigations, all the money we be makin'
Double M the G right now I feel like we the greatest
Nobody hatin', I promise that's not a statement
They in the building with killers they never say shit
And all my niggas the realest cause we don't take shit
Rose just called me like "got a body for you for forty"
I told him if he that important I kill him for sure
Stash bodies, I pay the storage, I pay the mortgage
[?], they told me my record was gorgeous
Wait and listen, then I really start to pay attention
Miami in the [?], but the Ferrari missin'
Rare forges on these, sorry spotted Tracy in it
I'm in the B7, she try to rape me in it
I start caressin' her friend and she told me "wait a minute"
I'm breakin' records, in sixty seconds we finna sex
Then fuck the rest of this beat, cause I'm as finished flex
No regrets, just rollin', me and my weapon