Turn It Up. (feat. BulianJulian)
Never change who you are for that yea yeah
We not gon act like i jus didn't have a setback
My old ways, you know i had to drop that
Play my cards right my cards right like blackjack
Ina foreign jus like kodak
skrt skrt skrt
Hop in the whip a new old jag
Never change on your broad for a hoe bitch
Never change on your bro for a lil chick'n
When i get up on the road it's automatic i don't needa stick
You know we spin that block we spin that block jus like a fidget
If that's yo broad then keep her close she might end up missin
(she might end up missin)
I told her turn it she ain't listen
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Like a baby you know that i'm kickin kickin
I told that bitch to turn it up
Cause we fucking in the back
Vroom Vroom. Baby laying on my back
In a chevy we be whipping cross the town
She be upping my adrenaline when she go lay it down
I be focused on my money boo
In the bay I be chilling when I'm driving with my crew
It's just true, Who is you?
Know some things that we can do
Make some money
I be stuck inside her house and she be fucking with the woo baby
Sometimes I don't know if you be real
Cause I'm faking my emotion I don't know what I should feel
Shawty threw them cells up on my belt glaring at the steel
Made her turn it up like them forgiato's pointed at my wheels
I told that bitch to turn it up
Cause we fucking in the back
Vroom Vroom. Baby laying on my back
In a chevy we be whipping cross the town
She be upping my adrenaline when she go lay it down
We not gon act like i jus didn't have a setback
My old ways, you know i had to drop that
Play my cards right my cards right like blackjack
Ina foreign jus like kodak
skrt skrt skrt
Hop in the whip a new old jag
Never change on your broad for a hoe bitch
Never change on your bro for a lil chick'n
When i get up on the road it's automatic i don't needa stick
You know we spin that block we spin that block jus like a fidget
If that's yo broad then keep her close she might end up missin
(she might end up missin)
I told her turn it she ain't listen
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
Like a baby you know that i'm kickin kickin
I told that bitch to turn it up
Cause we fucking in the back
Vroom Vroom. Baby laying on my back
In a chevy we be whipping cross the town
She be upping my adrenaline when she go lay it down
I be focused on my money boo
In the bay I be chilling when I'm driving with my crew
It's just true, Who is you?
Know some things that we can do
Make some money
I be stuck inside her house and she be fucking with the woo baby
Sometimes I don't know if you be real
Cause I'm faking my emotion I don't know what I should feel
Shawty threw them cells up on my belt glaring at the steel
Made her turn it up like them forgiato's pointed at my wheels
I told that bitch to turn it up
Cause we fucking in the back
Vroom Vroom. Baby laying on my back
In a chevy we be whipping cross the town
She be upping my adrenaline when she go lay it down
Credits
Writer(s): Roland Mac
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