Yeah, turn me up , turn me up turn me up
Yeah, yeah, turn that bitch up, turn her down You on that scat, wow, niggas get tired
Towed I see the money to my bones
I do not f*ck with the crowd I do not follow the crowd
Back in high school, it was loud, loud I can get trendy, chrome on my glasses, I
Ain't rockin' Balenciaga, yeah, I just left Benny's
Why they bitch tryna grab on my Jimmy
No, don't wear no Fendi Walk in their rooms and I'm feelin' uncanny
Messed up for a quarter, they know that I'm clutching
Shout out my dawg, that boy do you wrong Holla if they get you, I'ma get you gone
D&D, don't pick up this phone They hop in that coupe and they ain't singin
A song Do what I do, right or am I wrong
Say you a man, get the f*ck out that thong They got your money, I ain't sendin' no song
Cause, can't tell your city, you can't stop the visitor
Prod at your bitch and I got good dependents All in the crib, just like the realtor
Shut the Chanel, shoot at the cylinder No more mint, taste like vinegar
Boy, you think you cool, but I do it a little better
Okay, what you want
Okay, I'll smoke your telly Okay, I'm so, ooh, baby, I feel like I'm tubby
I just, might just pop out, okay, I'ma get telly
These bitches ready to bite, uh, I ain't goin
She wanna turn me up, but no, I ain't goin
Don't hit my phone, you so annoying
Don't hit my phone, you so annoying
I get crazy in this bitch, I'ma go on
Work, bitch, I ain't goin
I keep workin', bitch, I gotta keep goin
Yeah, gotta keep goin