I know you love my body  babe  yeah
I know you love my body  babe  yeah

I know you love my body  babe  yeah

Turn up

Turn up


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

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

Turn up

Turn up


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
Turn up

Turn up