Busta Rhymes - Fireworkz (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Sean] Say b**h I do it A million dollar stacking loud packing Man my weed and pockets matching What is you asking, shut the f** up I'm talking in the real n***a accent man And all these hoes attracted to the f**ing main attraction At my shows, my shows, watch me do 100 bottles, none for you I'm rolling weed up, I'm getting high And since I came up, she want me to come inside I'm the f**in' guy man I'm just I'm just too much, yeah too much I twist my fingers, my crew up I'm from where n***as get chewed up f**ed around and I blew up Me and my n***as hit the charts f**ed around and I flew up Yeah a n***a got 2 nuts, and I still don't give a 2 f**s b**h I do it [Hook] She had, better be a keeper, I don't think I ever seen a girl so fly Since I said nice to meet ya, I don't wanna leave her Oh I think I really wanna make you mine Uh baby you're a diva, I don't wanna see her End up with any other guys Come over to the table, I got what you came for Pick up a gla** girl and let's get right Cause you got a hell of a body Let me take you to Jail Little Mommy Cause you got what I need and I got what you came for I can give you what these other n***as ain't able Oh baby girl we're doing it so big I make these other n***as wanna do it like this Oh baby girl we doing it so good I keep on buying bottles if you keep on doing that Go ahead and do it, do it, do it, do it, do it Tell them bring them fireworks to my table Go ahead and do it, do it, do it, do it, do it I'mma keep it moving, as long as you can do it [Verse 2: T.I.] We got buckets filled of ice, take the bottles all in At the club Stuntin' hard stealin' all ya'll women Never asked how we get em' Just ask how many, Now bow down to respect this pimpim' Ain't no kids here, she high as I'm gone be next year We leave the Club they meet us there, Oh nair back it in the air Tatted on her dariar, and piercings where it's very rare Ain't no sippin' N/E Player, We balling, we be everywhere Her fly without a Parasail, she say I'm sweet as caramel She rub my back and Cause what happened ended like a Fairy Tale You better ask Tyrese about my freaks I did his 6's Not my weaks You feel they purse I feel they cheeks, They Gentlemen but still ain't G They Cali and Miami, When they standing at on table See them bottles with them fireworks, Nowhere they are the way to go [Hook] [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Hold up, man, shawty let it way a n***a really count this cash Wait a minute, shawty (whaaaat) Better know a n***a really love the way you go and bounce your a** Yall already know the sh** that I be doin when a n***a come And then I go and do it to the street and Then I get upon the mic and Then I'm walkin and I'm talkin and I'm strangling a n***a when I get upon the beat Where the fireworkz bottles at? (hurry up!) Go sit down while I pop sh** up Yall don't want a problem When I come and kinda step in the party n***as know I always f**s it up DJ hear my verse then wanna cut sh** up Always keep your heater cuz I must grip up No slouse k** a n***a no doubt Like we in a coke house, everybody's cut breaks out [Hook]