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Cut that music off, I wit' no other shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
I ain't tryna baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit ( I'm tryna' turn up)
You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm turn up)
You ain't fuckin' with me, who you fuckin' with?

I'm tryna', tryna',tryna',tryna'(turn up)
All this money, I'm just tryna'(turn up)
the gang, and I'm really tryna (turn up)
This my city, and I'm tryna (turn up)

How many licks do it take till you get to the center of her
She geekin', she we turnt up we got it, we all in the pot
KOD, QOD, Magic, we the sacks up in five
Gas and mud I be off the drugs, touch
I'm a little cocky
They ring any bitches wanna now
Pop bottles I won a fuckin' touchdown
If you sober, scoot over, I do now
prolly got me all in the clubs now
Pour some lean with no coco, we rockin' rollies, no
And we off the drinks so mo, I get twenty a show, no promo
Bitches get naked and do it for the (bitches get naked do it for the Vine)
So she gon' turn up and do it for the (turn up and do it for the guys)
She on Henny, she mix it wit' Remy
She suckin' on me I pull on her Remy
She shy like the but change for them Benji's, the mula, the Fendis
I up for (what)

Cut music off, I ain't wit' no other shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit ( I'm turn up)
You came for me, I came from nothin', shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
You ain't fuckin' with me, who you fuckin' with?

I'm tryna', tryna', tryna', tryna'(turn up)
All this money, I'm really tryna'(turn up)
With the gang, and I'm really (turn up)
This my city, and I'm tryna (turn up)

up in that white linen, all black windows
I had to 'em
work work, put 'em in the dirt
Let em' all lurk, I had to get up with Durk
We never hurt, hurt the deal, tour sold out
So you know its
From the Chi City to the bank, Sinatra
Money I've Frank
Lemme get it I got it never feelin' only on the
though
How you feel though, V's up, it trill though
Oh yeah, one
Oh yeah, one
Bitch I been pressure always giving it everything
I got
Never the turn on my compressor
Its on the dresser
Been the game and nobody could measure
I it's

You and me
You and me
don' give a damn who I am
Bitch I'm me (you and me)
I its you and me
I who I am, don't give a damn
Bitch I'm me

Cut that music off, I wit' other shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit ( I'm turn up)
You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm turn up)
You fuckin' with me, then who you fuckin' with?

I'm tryna', tryna', tryna', tryna'(turn up)
All this money, I'm just tryna'(turn up)
the gang, and I'm really tryna (turn up)
This my city, and I'm tryna (turn up)

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