Turn Up - Doe B

Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up on a nigga, I flex up on them hoes

I turn up on them niggas, I flex up on them hoes

Everywhere I be and everywhere I go

Them bitches know it’s me

I flex up on them hoes

I turn up on them niggas

I flex up on them hoes

I turn up on them niggas

I flex up on them hoes

Bottles in V.I.P, before I rock the show

Them niggas knows it’s me

I flex up on them hoes

I turn up on them niggas

I flex up on them hoes

I turn up on them niggas

I flex up on them hoes

I hit em' with the flex, I hit em' with the flex

Them niggas talking fire, I hit them with the tech

Nigga I got stripes like a motherfucking ref

Nigga I got ice round my motherfucking neck

Yeah, ladies said turn up

I’m throwin' cash like quarterbacks I kick it like a punter

These niggas all clowns, man I see 'em looking funny

They like the CD man, I got my motherfucking butter

Mario Chalmers, bitch I’m shootin', why are you retarded?

Bitch I got a dumb name, bank roll Shorty

You can’t fool Loney

I’m flexin with no muscles, they say I’m acting cocky

I pull up flexin', hop out flexin'

Them kids like Mike, he got a car for a necklace

Yeah, yeah, baby it’s a star in your presence

Walk in the club, bought the bar for a second

Made it rain 20, made it rain 30

Made it rain, early

Balled in that bitch like a young James Worthy

Fucked up 50, Lord knows I ain’t perfect

Get it right back, I fuck up sex

I fuck up Minnies, then we fuck up sex

Walking kind of funny, cause I’m walking with them racks

Bands in my pants look like football pads

I throw a football pass, nigga