Turnt

[Intro: Beyonce & (The Dream)] People think I'm crazy but I love you cause you crazy too (RADIO KILLA) [Verse 1: Beyonce] Red light special, undress me under the candle light Turnt up in this business, watch me do all of them things you like I'm ready to go, ready to blow like Grammy night In the back of that limousine, Billy Bob and Angeline All you gotta do, is say the word And I'll be right there on ya All you gotta do, is say the word And I'll be right there for ya Do this while I do that, we like "good, true that" Come baby be you, get on it while I see you Turnt up, all the way to the ceiling Burnt up, till you ain’t got no feeling On my phone like Siri, talkin bout you gon kill it Beat it up, until I black out; cash up, boy [Hook: The Dream & Beyonce] I need this sexy (ratchet) sophisticated (ratchet) The black leather with the sun outside in the summer time (ratchet) She need that cocky (ratchet) ready to cock back (ratchet) That drop top, and B symbol, on me with a (ratchet) Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woah Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woah Loving everything you do, baby I'm in love with you Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woah Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woah People think I’m crazy but I love you cause you crazy too [Verse 2: The Dream] You’re my black light special, she hotter than a flame tonight Burn up in this, and watch you do all the things I like Say you the reason why all of these rap niggas start singing She say you the reason why all of these cute girls got babies All you gotta do is say what’s happening And I’ll be right there baby All you gotta do is say what’s popping And I’ll be right there shorty My phone, like: "Siri, I told you I was gon killed it" Got my chains all on that jelly; Where Michelle at? Where Kelly? [Hook] [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] Got a picnic table my automo Pull up, blow the horn and we gotta go You come out lookin like a pot o gold Now they tryna cramp our style, Charley Horse I'm like what's yo name? What's yo phone number? I kill that thang (woah) -- manslaughter You so sexy man I ain't flexin Shorty I'll drink your bath water Ferragamo's are my loafers got my loafers on the sofa And I'm drinkin out the bottle man I'm gonna need a bib Lookin like a kid tell you what it is Tell you where to go man I tell you what I did Ye ain't kickin it you get kicked out I don't bring sand in my beach house And your body must be anticipated Cause it already done leaked out [Hook]