Turn It Up
Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up
Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up
Now I see why they hating
My diamonds Harlem's shaking
All the bad bitches I'm taking
If they hot, then I'm blazing
My nickname should be Benjamin, cause I stay with them Franklin's
These niggas saying they balling, but look like they need a donation
They see me spend what they making
One night, they whole life savings
It's like every every day is a party, my life's a fucking vacation
And I don't know my neighbors
Cause my property is on acres
My safe look like Vegas
My blunts look like Jamaicans
Got my eyes looking like Asian's
Look in my pots, Caucasian
Look under it and it's flaming
Y'all niggas know what I'm baking
Bitch I be so far gone, On Star can't find my location
Go ahead try to pull my card nigga, all I'm holding is aces
Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up
Big face Rollie's all across the board
Call a fucking doctor, boy we acting dumb
Foreign whip, half a ticket, now it's lit
Big racks in my pocket, shawty on that molly
Tell that bitch we rolling, it is my party
It's my party, I get fly if I want to
It's my party, bitch I do what I want to
Aye yo I'm big whippin' foreign
Sick zips, no hearing
Louie badge, no cuffs
Statue lit, bitch I'm chilling
He rush when I'm in the building
I'm crushing what I am wearing
They fussing like I am caring
I'm busting like a McLaren
They say I'm the life of the party
I came to pick out a target
This shit here, I'm on the hold list
Phone list, shamballa
I get her going, she won't wanna leave
By midnight, I'm on number three
They all know they ain't number one
By ten, by twenty, they come to me
Bring the lay's, no limit
Money drop from the ceiling
I'm all the players in spirit
She voluneteered, no stealing
Hoes down, G's up
I'm foreign V-keyed up
I'm drunk on grape, we stuck
I'm dumb good, don't need luck
Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up
Big face Rollie's all across the board
Call a fucking doctor, boy we acting dumb
Foreign whip, half a ticket, now it's lit
Big racks in my pocket, shawty on that molly
Tell that bitch we rolling, it is my party
It's my party, I get fly if I want to
It's my party, bitch I do what I want to
Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up
Now I see why they hating
My diamonds Harlem's shaking
All the bad bitches I'm taking
If they hot, then I'm blazing
My nickname should be Benjamin, cause I stay with them Franklin's
These niggas saying they balling, but look like they need a donation
They see me spend what they making
One night, they whole life savings
It's like every every day is a party, my life's a fucking vacation
And I don't know my neighbors
Cause my property is on acres
My safe look like Vegas
My blunts look like Jamaicans
Got my eyes looking like Asian's
Look in my pots, Caucasian
Look under it and it's flaming
Y'all niggas know what I'm baking
Bitch I be so far gone, On Star can't find my location
Go ahead try to pull my card nigga, all I'm holding is aces
Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up
Big face Rollie's all across the board
Call a fucking doctor, boy we acting dumb
Foreign whip, half a ticket, now it's lit
Big racks in my pocket, shawty on that molly
Tell that bitch we rolling, it is my party
It's my party, I get fly if I want to
It's my party, bitch I do what I want to
Aye yo I'm big whippin' foreign
Sick zips, no hearing
Louie badge, no cuffs
Statue lit, bitch I'm chilling
He rush when I'm in the building
I'm crushing what I am wearing
They fussing like I am caring
I'm busting like a McLaren
They say I'm the life of the party
I came to pick out a target
This shit here, I'm on the hold list
Phone list, shamballa
I get her going, she won't wanna leave
By midnight, I'm on number three
They all know they ain't number one
By ten, by twenty, they come to me
Bring the lay's, no limit
Money drop from the ceiling
I'm all the players in spirit
She voluneteered, no stealing
Hoes down, G's up
I'm foreign V-keyed up
I'm drunk on grape, we stuck
I'm dumb good, don't need luck
Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up
Big face Rollie's all across the board
Call a fucking doctor, boy we acting dumb
Foreign whip, half a ticket, now it's lit
Big racks in my pocket, shawty on that molly
Tell that bitch we rolling, it is my party
It's my party, I get fly if I want to
It's my party, bitch I do what I want to
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Howell, Thomas Cowan, Norris Weir
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