Turnt Up lyrics

[Intro: YG]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus: Cookie Money]
We turnt up on these b*tch n*ggas
Riding round with the hundred in the drum, n*gga
I'm from Oakland, I'm a pimp, n*gga
Sell dope, sit on the turf and talk sh*t, n*gga
[?] throwing B's up
Yeah all my n*ggas strapped, we don't give a f*ck
We do our time, n*gga, no talking
[?] in the guns, [?]

[Verse 1: YG]
OK, I'm doing about 50
[?] 450
I'm just tryna f*ck, no hickies
With the [?] I'ma bail me out quickly
2 years with a strike sound tricky
I f*ck hoes, whip foreigns, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs, n*gga, that's life
I'm on the block like [?]
Shooting dice, [?] the homie socked you out twice
I just got a check, I'm finna blow it
The homie finna turn snitching, you ain't even know it
Two T's stand for tricks
I gotta stay on, 'cause [?] have to try to make no [?] like [?]
I'm turnt up on you b*tch n*ggas
You ain't got [?] you n*ggas sick, 'cause we rich, n*gga
While you missing your b*tch, n*gga
I'm missing phone calls that I ain't supposed to miss, n*gga
What
[Chorus: Cookie Money]
We turnt up on these b*tch n*ggas
Riding round with the hundred in the drum, n*gga
I'm from Oakland, I'm a pimp, n*gga
Sell dope, sit on the turf and talk sh*t, n*gga
[?] throwing B's up
Yeah all my n*ggas strapped, we don't give a f*ck
We do our time, n*gga, no talking
[?] in the guns, [?]

[Verse 2: Cookie Money]
It's Cookie Money, and I flip bricks
Cooking dope, while your main b*tch turn tricks
Driving whips since the 6th grade
Ain't made a dollar from rap, but I been paid
A thousand grams of that cocaine
I made a hundred thousand dealing in the dope game
Rich before rap, yeah I did that jazz
Astins, Lambos, no Lacks
I'm getting money, I'm a made n*gga
She suck my di*k, and I told her she has to pay, n*gga
I don't f*ck with them broke b*tches
Before we f*ck, I told that b*tch she had to go get it
I want bands, b*tch, no quickies
Hollo tips in the 30 Glock and my cemmi
I'm strapped up and turnt up
[?] I don't give a f*ck, you n*ggas'll get wet up
[Chorus: Cookie Money]
We turnt up on these b*tch n*ggas
Riding round with the hundred in the drum, n*gga
I'm from Oakland, I'm a pimp, n*gga
Sell dope, sit on the turf and talk sh*t, n*gga
[?] throwing B's up
Yeah all my n*ggas strapped, we don't give a f*ck
We do our time, n*gga, no talking
[?] in the guns, [?]