---

(Intro)
I know you love my body, babe, yeah
I know you love my body, babe, yeah
I know you love my body, babe, yeah.

(Hook)
Turn up…
Turn up…

(Verse)
Money on my mind, Bonnie, you be Clyde
Don’t you wanna ride or die? ‘Cause I keep it tight
Working 9-5, he be on his grind
Red-bottoms and Louboutins, you know the things I like.
Give me all your money ’cause they don’t do it like I
Hundred bottles I pour every night, I pour, yeah.
Always on your mind, just a matter of time
Bad bitches they linking up, shouting when they see I.

(Pre-Hook)
Let me tell you something that these girls are scared to tell you
Yeah, it’s all for you, so you know you’re supposed to
Give me all your time, tell me that you’re mine
Yellow tape outside, white chalk the lines.

(Hook)
Turn up…
Turn up…

(Verse)
I pull up on niggas – murder scene, murder scene
Red pushin’ that 911, emergency, emergency.
Say nigga, I ain’t never heard of you
Bet my life you’ve heard of me,
Bet you’ve heard I spit hot shit and I burn niggas, third degree.
Just zappers on ‘em, no strap, I ain’t gon’ hold back
All I do is throw racks, all these hoes know that.
My pockets lookin’ like ADS shocks, these pockets on me so fat
These diamonds on me they picture perfect
They’re flat, nigga, call that.
All I know is turn up, bottles, ’bout to burn up
And it’s blood all on my bitch shoes like she just caught a murder.
And I’m gettin’ money, word up
I’m ballin’, nigga, word up
And when it come to these hoes, I hit bitches, I turn up.

(Hook)
Turn up…
Turn up…

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.