Turn It Up lyrics

by

Cookin Soul



[Chorus]
I'm on the radio
Turn it up
It's getting hot around here, boy it's burning up
Eight on me, I don't give a f*ck
Pay for everything, yeah b*tch turn it up
I'm on the radio
Turn it up
It's getting hot around here, boy it's burning up
Eight on me, I don't give a f*ck
Pay for everything, yeah b*tch turn it up

[Verse]
I done paid for this, and I done paid for that
Left hand Aston Martin, right hand strap
Presidential ride, bet you looking foolish
I got money now everybody acting stupid
Big boy sh*t, hood n****s made a monster
Got something in the trunk [?] seen a opera
Oprah Winfrey is my name, b*tch, I'm getting dollars
Everytime you see Lil Boss, write a comma
No I'm not Common, often I'm outshining
Based God is a myth like Nostradamus
I'm gеtting hot around here boy you can find it
Black mask in the facе, look no surprises
In the hood but I run my own enterprises
You think I'm stopping
No b*tch, man quit lying
Everyday I wake up b*tch I'm out grinding
Should've signed with Cash Money how I'm big timing
[Chorus]
I'm on the radio
Turn it up
It's getting hot around here, boy it's burning up
Eight on me, I don't give a f*ck
Pay for everything, yeah b*tch turn it up
I'm on the radio
Turn it up
It's getting hot around here, boy it's burning up
Eight on me, I don't give a f*ck
Pay for everything, yeah b*tch turn it up
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