TNT TMoney - TURN OFF

Uh, uh, uh, ay, aye, aye, aye, aye, get T'd with me
Aye, it's Tmoney on this bitch, man I can't change, still remain the same
In that whip, I'm speedin', it get dangerous when I'm changin' lanes
You can't identify his ass no more like we just changed his name

Put this bitch in sport mode, feel like Turbo in a fuckin' game
I'm gone, I'm lookin' slow, but I ain't lackin', you can't touch my chain
Dizzy with a 50 in my hand, but this bitch got some range
We on Mars, we in that Rover, high as hell, I'm never sober

All back shots, get in your bitch, I ain't gon' flip her over
Tundra on my neck, but this shit hangin' on my fuckin' shoulders
Had to check a nigga cause he thought that he was gettin' over
Tskelly pull up ready with some shit that heat him like a toaster

Uh, I feel like Ja cause I be quick to put him on a poster
Bitch just said she wanna ride me, but I'm not no rollercoaster
We keep takin' pictures off the liquor, but I still don't post her
She be askin' why, but it's no point if I'm just finna ghost her

I don't get attached to shit, that's why I end up leavin' hoes hurt
Every time I leave, you know I skirt off, like my tires finna burn off
It's too hot up in this bitch, we drunk as hell, takin' our shirt off
I can't fuck no ugly hoe, just so you know, I'd rather jerk off

Bitches thinkin' that they pressin', when they not, that shit'll turn off
(I Can't even do it)

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TNT Tmoney

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