Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Turn It Up, artist - Lloyd Banks. Album song Dipset Mania Back to Business, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.05.2013
Record label: Diplomat
Song language: English
Turn It Up |
| Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up, |
| Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up |
| Now I see why they hatin', my diamonds all them shaking |
| All the bad bitches I’m taking, if they hot then I’m blazin, |
| My nickname should be Benjamin, 'cause I stay with them Franklins |
| These niggas sayin' they ballin', but look like they needed donation |
| They see me spend what they makin', one night whole life savings |
| It’s like every day is a party, my life’s a fucking vacation, |
| And I don’t know my neighbors, 'cause the property is on Akers |
| My safe look like Vegas, my blurbs look like Jamaican |
| And my eyes looking like Asians, looking my party’s Caucasian |
| Look underrated the slaming, ya’ll niggas know what I’m baking, |
| Bitch I’ll be so far gone, although I can’t find my location, |
| Go ahead, try to pull card nigga, |
| All I’m holding is aces |
| Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up |
| Big face rollie on a cross to ball |
| Call the fucking doctor, boy we acting dumb, we acting dumb |
| Foreign whip, half a ticket, night sleeve |
| It’s big racks in my pocket, my pocket, |
| Shawty on that mollie, |
| Tell that bitch we rolling, this is my party. |
| This my party I get fly if I want to, |
| This my party bitch I do what I want to. |
| Ayo I’m big whips 4 wheelin, sip zips no hearing, |
| Louie bags no cops, is that your lick bitch I’m chillin, right? |
| Keep watch me when I’m in the building, |
| I’m crushing with what I am wearing, |
| They fussing like I ain’t carrying, |
| I bust em like a McLaren |
| They say I’m the life of the party, |
| I came to pick up a target, |
| Then she heading out, I’m on the hold list |
| Foreign whips, don’t ball em, |
| I get er to go, she won’t wanna leave, |
| By midnight I’m on number three, |
| They all know they ain’t number one, |
| Meeting my twenty, come to me! |
| When the laze no limit, |
| Money drop from the ceiling, |
| I’m all the plays and spirit, |
| She volunteered no stealin |
| Hoes down, G’s up, I’m foreign V keyd up, |
| I’m jockin greek, we stugs |
| I’m doin good, don’t need luck. |
| Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up |
| Big face rollie on a cross to ball |
| Call the fucking doctor, boy we acting dumb, we acting dumb |
| Foreign whip, half a ticket, night sleeve |
| It’s big racks in my pocket, my pocket, |
| Shawty on that mollie, |
| Tell that bitch we rolling, this is my party. |
| This my party I get fly if I want to, |
| This my party bitch I do what I want to. |