“Fire Flame Remix” is a high-energy hip-hop song by Birdman featuring Lil Wayne. Released in 2010, the track showcases the chemistry between the two artists and emphasizes themes of success and wealth. Fans of Birdman and Lil Wayne’s collaborations will likely enjoy this energetic remix. Check out the Fire Flame Remix Lyrics and Video here…

Fire Flame Remix Lyrics

Yeah, YMCMBStunna, what it is (you already know, young)Young Money, CAsh Money100 belie’e that

Fire flame, flame, fire flame spittersFire flame, flame, fire flame spittersBitch we the business, hundred million dollarsBitch we the business, hundred million dollars (what ya talking ’bout)

Fire flame, flame, fire flame spittersFire flame, flame, fire flame spittersBitch we the business, hundred million dollarsBitch we the business, hundred million dollars

Fresh out from my bidBitch it’s lil’ tunecheI Lucille ball, bitch I love LucyIf these niggas dogs, I’m animal crueltyDon’t fuck with me at all, ’cause I’m twisted like an Rubik’s cubeOh my, look how the time has flownAnd they say time is of the essenceBut what if there clock is wrongBut all my problems will be secondAnd all my worries will be goneI’ll have money bags for breakfast, smell like “Bitch I’m Rich” cologneHa, I’m so relaxed my Gucci flats ain’t got a scratchAnd if you got a problems with IWell I will fix them, cataractsThey say it cost to be the bossI paid the price including taxBitch I’m a fire flame spitterAnd to me you niggas wax

Fire flame, flame, fire flame spittersFire flame, flame, fire flame spittersBitch we the business, hundred million dollarsBitch we the business, hundred million dollars (what ya talking ’bout)

Fire flame, flame, fire flame spitters (yeah)Fire flame, flame, fire flame spittersBitch we the business, hundred million dollars (shinin’ like new money)Bitch we the business, hundred million dollars

In this world with my Tommy gunBanana clip the red rum100 millions dollars, put my life down for my sonSpend a little cash, bust a nigga assFive star nigga, two mill’ on the dashYeah, militant mindedUptown soldier, you have been blindedGrinding all the time, bitchStuntin’, and we shiningDiving in deep shit, the money keep climbingBlah, the bottles keep poppin’Dom P, Rose, Perrier poppin’Them bitches see we rocking, the whips we be rockingIced up, tatted up, fire flame, blap

Fire flame, flame, fire flame spittersFire flame, flame, fire flame spittersBitch we the business, hundred million dollarsBitch we the business, hundred million dollars (what ya talking ’bout)

Fire flame, flame, fire flame spittersFire flame, flame, fire flame spittersBitch we the business, hundred million dollarsBitch we the business, hundred million dollars

Uh, I got pussy coming to meShotgun in my drawers make your woman bite the bulletSittin’ in my hog, tell my chauffeur “To the penthouse”Pockets so deep it’s like my money gotta swim outMarley say fuck ’em, Scoob say fuck ’emBitch I’m still the best overall, like a jumperWeezy F, F, fire flame spitterHundred million dollars, pocket change niggaSee these first class flightsWe strapped up in the trenchesNigga want some business, bitchWe getting it in this businessSome ten figure niggas, blood rich gang niggaFire flame spitters, point blank niggaMoney and the power, swag out the showerSpend a nigga, then them pussy’s running like some cowardsBigger than life nigga, C-four bitchA hundred million dollars, my son born richBlap!

Fire flame, flame, fire flame spittersFire flame, flame, fire flame spittersBitch we the business, hundred million dollarsBitch we the business, hundred million dollars (what ya talking ’bout)

Fire flame, flame, fire flame spittersFire flame, flame, fire flame spittersBitch we the business, hundred million dollarsBitch we the business, hundred million dollars

Yeah, bigger than lifeC-4, yeahHella chops, yeah

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