| Tell me what you finna do
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| We ain’t trippin' off them niggas, boo
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| I told all my friends come through
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| Yeah they know they bad, they single too
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| Niggas tryna stop me, y’all in traffic
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| Me and all my girls, we always laughin'
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| Nothin' changed since like '04
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| We don’t know you if you owe dough
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| Not interested in chillin' with chickens that’s choosey
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| Wanna smoke, baby hit this platinum hookah
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| I got thangs all across the globe
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| Milian, bitch you better know
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| I’ve been workin' on some things
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| Disappear like David Blaine
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| All you gotta do is go for sure
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| Just tell me what you wanna know
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| What’s up with these niggas? |
| They be trippin'
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| Caught up with these hoes, they be slippin'
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| Bands, they ain’t pimpin'
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| I was your biggest catch but you kept on fishin'
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| Now I’m in the club finna turn it up
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| We be on them million, know you heard of us
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| Cause we them baddest women that you’ve ever seen
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| Tina Turn Up! |
| I put that on everything
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| Lauren be my designated driver
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| Tonight I’m turnin' up a little higher
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| Turn up to the max, turn up to the max
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| Cause once you turn it up, it ain’t no turnin' back |