Turn Me On

[Hook: Kevin McCall] When you drop it to the floor, you know that turn me on You know that turn me on, you know that turn me on When you pick it up slow, you know that turn me on You know that turn me on, you know that turn me on And when, and when you slide down that pole Baby, that turn me on And when you wind it in slow mo Baby that turn me on [Verse 1: Kevin McCall] Listen, I got a fetish for bitches who do they shit in the kitchen After I hit it she cooking chicken and washing the dishes You hoes should learn something, bout a trill bitch She don't need my money cause she got her own shit Saks fifth splurging with that money she got from working the night shift So I might just dress her up in diamonds, her body colder than ice is You know that turn me on Tell DJ Holiday to play your favorite song, cause [Hook] [Verse 2: Problem] All these niggas tired, all these niggas liars Pulling up with fives saying all they fuck is dimes If winning is a crime, y'all gonna lock me up quick I'm with the illest birdie, getting my duck sicked Real is all I fuck with, bought that cash money Open that gate, hope my Trukfit, Diamond, Lake Republic Ho, I corrupt before I commit, I say it and she does it I stay playing the game, hate it or love it, what? [Hook] [Bridge] Let me see you pop it, pop it, pop it Pop it, pop it, pop it Now let me see you drop it, drop it, drop it Drop it, drop it, drop it [Hook]