Turn It Up

(Turn it up) Never pay attention to a hating ass ho
Niggas don't be on shit, but I bet they share each others clothes
Bet my weed smell like piss, inhale then I exhale out my nose
I got these hoes so mad
Like they off the coke, I got them blown
I step on the stage, put on a show (Woah-woah-woah)
Speak down on my name, go toe to toe (Let's go)
He ain't ever met a bitch like me, I know
You know we easy breezy (Damn)
Diamonds VV (Yeah), niggas creepy (Ooh)
Heebie-jeebies (Woah), in the jeep (Woah)
We jeepers-creepers (Huh)
Think she bad (Huh), but bitch, I'm mean (Oh my gosh)

I just put the cash in a stash
Why you looking on my page and you ain't even wash ya ass?
I got a check, now I don't know how to act (Damn)
At my new crib playing with my son in the grass (Woah, ho)
Pop designer tags (Yeah), niggas looking sad (Ayy)
In the house mad (Hahaha), bitch, go and get a bag
I don't puff, puff, pass, make a hundred on a bad day
Man, these hoes be fronting like they damn lace

Put a bitch to sleep just for pillow talking (Sleep)
Shawty ass fat, see it through the joggers (Look)
I'm the realest out, if we're being honest (Uh-huh)
Don't call me paranoid 'cause I'm just used to being cautious
I'ma be the one that still got it, I'm not the one that lost it
She gon' pop a perc like Lil Gotit and then she get to popping
Soon as we walk in the party, you feel the speakers knocking
He said that I was ugly, but now he eye-locking
She said that she ain't like me, now the bitch head bopping (Bitch)
I've been on her mind all day, I got her head throbbing
I know that they gon' ride my wave, I keep the boat rocking
I told my plug that I can't choose, just bring me all the options
My money blue, just like a zoo, it fill up both pockets (Yeah)
You and yo' boyfriend hella lame, ya'll need to both stop it
And if a ho watching
She see this fit cost more than her whole closet (Damn, bitch!)

I just put the cash in a stash
Why you looking on my page and you ain't even wash ya ass?
I got a check now I don't know how to act (Damn)
At my new crib playing with my son in the grass (Woah, ho)
Pop designer tags (Yeah), niggas looking sad (Ayy)
In the house mad (Hahaha), bitch, go and get a bag
I don't puff, puff, pass, make a hundred on a bag though
Man, these hoes be fronting like they damn lace