Turnt

[Intro] [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] This motherfucker turnt, this motherfucker turnt (4x) Throwing racks, clap that ass, (3x) This motherfucker turnt, this motherfucker turnt Throwing racks, clap that ass, (3x) This motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker turnt [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] You talking money, I got that, his new bitch my old ho They sending boxes, don’t buy clothes, got a diamond grill, can't do gold When I pop shit, it’s a drumroll, extendos, nigga case closed Assist the bully like rondo, sixty four thousand for the rollie, hello Got a bad bitch with me every state I go Million dollar nigga at the corner store That cold cut, I need one of those Everywhere I go, crowd follow me Turnt up, young black nigga Flexed up with a stack, nigga Ghost up got a Bentley, and my chain cost 'bout 40 Them bad bitches, can't do one, I need eight of those Rolls gold My rollie, smoking Bob Marley Bad bitches, they notice me Front row, no nosebleed Paparazzi been following me Everywhere I go, it’s a party [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] [Verse 2: Wale] D.O.A., with B.O.A., B.S.M. here, so we ok Don’t be on B.S., might beat off brake Then I D.I.P., like I be on skates Just be on G shit, don’t be on dates Throw out racks, you might throw out change Blow our backs, you might know my dames They don’t know y’all tracks, they just know y’all lame Work. Let me do my thing Couldn’t tie my shoes, couldn’t do my strengths Nigga, please, you cold, blew out flame Ain't cool, they bull, Luol Deng Dreads out, fuck it, though Longer the badge's on comfortable Blowing so much my lungs are through I’m the one for they rap like the number two Ooh What up, Brick Squad? Never sold work, but I gets off Sick boss, 'bout big cars, puff a whole blunt, nigga pimp hard Little pimp stroke, it’s like limp doe Tight wrist glow, when it get dark Got your lady hot, Wale and Flock And I cut hoes like a tit job, whoa [Hook: Roscoe Dash] This motherfucker turnt, this motherfucker turnt (3x) Throwing racks, clap that ass Racks, clap that ass Racks, clap that ass This motherfucker turnt, this motherfucker turnt Throwing racks, clap that ass Racks, clap that ass Racks, clap that ass This motherfucker turnt, this motherfucker turnt [Verse 3: Roscoe Dash] Okay, done went and I got me a new car to go along with my new house To go along with my new chick that I just hit on my new couch Then Flock calls like "Yo, dog," said it’s bout time we put the part 2 out I ain’t even spend that old money, I was actually thinking about cooling out I got strange clouds in my section, you would think I’m B.o.B I got Bombay and lemonade, in my V.I.P. like I’ m Chiali Bad hoes all pass go, but it’s cash flow, can I see I.D.? She showed me her navel tats and the piercings on her T.I.T That work for me? Well, certainly I make it rain, she works for me I’m Major Payne, she worships me She say my name like she cursing me I get no hands to a slow jam It’s like 4 bands in that [?] She down to be fucking with a real nigga She know every time I come around and she with me [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]