2 Chainz and Cap.One - Turn Up

(Drumma Boy)
Yeah
Okay, okay

I walk in, then I turn up (turn up), pockets full of hunnas (hunnas)
Shawty got a tan like she come from the Bahamas
I do this all night, man, I should wear pajamas
Eatin' these rappers like a school of piranhas
Walk in, then I turn up, in, then I turn up
Walk in, then I turn up, in, then I turn up
Walk in, then I turn up, in, then I turn up
Walk in, then I turn up, in, then I turn up (yeah)

I walk in, then I turn up
Got the Benz right in front of, all my friends on the come up
I'm like, damn, these niggas ain't a hunna
Man I keep that shit a hunna, all this bling cost me a hunna (yeah)

I walk in, then I turn up (turn up), pockets full of hunnas (hunnas)
Shawty got a tan like she come from the Bahamas
I do this all night, man, I should wear pajamas
Eatin' these rappers like a school of piranhas
Walk in, then I turn up, in, then I turn up
Walk in, then I turn up, in, then I turn up
Walk in, then I turn up, in, then I turn up
Walk in, then I turn up, in, then I turn up (yeah, 2 Chainz)

I got a recipe for my destiny
Southside niggas to the left of me
Southside niggas to the right of me
I'm a Southside nigga to the death of me
On Ecstasy, you couldn't fuck with me (yeah)
Gettin' money is my specialty (yeah)
Got the game on lock, and I got a motherfuckin' extra key (tell 'em)
Excellence is my pedigree, buy a car, it seem petty to her
Then I paint the feet, call that shit a pedicure
Niggas on the road ain't gettin' no money, that's a petty tour (petty)
I can fuck your bitch, and act like I never knew her
She the shit, I'm manure, I'm a good pussy connoisseur
Keep it on the low, so sometimes I get pussy on the floor
I'm on top, so look down below, told y'all I'm 'bout to blow
I'm 'bout the dough, I count the dough, I cash out, then I'm out the door

I walk in, then I turn up (turn up), pockets full of hunnas (hunnas)
Shawty got a tan like she come from the Bahamas (uh)
I do this all night, man, I should wear pajamas (tell 'em)
Eatin' these rappers like a school of piranhas
Walk in, then I turn up, in, then I turn up
Walk in, then I turn up, in, then I turn up
Walk in, then I turn up, in, then I turn up (turn up)
Walk in, then I turn up, in, then I turn up (uh, yeah)

I walk in, and I turn up (turn up)
Then I sit up on they motherfuckin' couch
And roll the weed up with a burner (uh)
Got a bad bitch, and I make her hold my liquor (yeah)
She got her girl with her
She don't know that I've been hittin' her (yeah)
Red bottom shoes with the spikes all on it (on it)
Pockets full of hundreds, make these bitches all want me (go)
I be movin' through the city, hundred niggas comin' with me (go)
On the road to riches with some bitches takin' pictures (uh)
Roll a 3-5, put together two Swishers (Swishers)
Movin' like a boss, you fuck around and get your issue
Man, I'm pourin' up lean, got me drinkin' out the pitcher (pitcher)
Walkin' in, amd I'm Southside coolin' (coolin')
TRUies on, they gotta fuck with my movement
Southside Duffle Bag, nigga we boomin'
Look at how I do it (do it), tell that I'm gettin' it (gettin' it)
Plug on the way, I told that nigga twenty minutes (uh)
Ridin' wood wheel through the city, nigga, pimpin' (pimpin')
First I go to flip, and then I'm headed up to Lenox
Spendin' big bags, man, I'm runnin' through a check (check)
Work just in, got a pack in the jack
Show you how to move, niggas talkin' finesse
Probably cuff one, then I'm offin' the rest, gone

I walk in, then I turn up (turn up), pockets full of hunnas (hunnas)
Shawty got a tan like she come from the Bahamas
I do this all night, man, I should wear pajamas
Eatin' these rappers like a school of piranhas
Walk in, then I turn up, in, then I turn up
Walk in, then I turn up, in, then I turn up
Walk in, then I turn up, in, then I turn up
Walk in, then I turn up, in, then I turn up

Written by:
Tauheed Epps, Christian Ward

Publisher:
Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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