Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Ayy turn this shit up, nigga
We gon' turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
In my city, we got youngin's that'll crash out
I'll get to shootin' till it's empty
Take cover, swap the mag out
I got it out the mud like hoopin' in the yard on a rainy day
Sleepin' on me, you might as well put a million dollars in a pillowcase
Pull up in a foreign son-of-a-bitch like who wanna race
I could do this shit like Luka, 40 ball on any day
Bitch, I feel like Benjamin, I need a play for $50k
F*ckin' with my money, I'ma f*ck around and catch a case
Hop up on the track, these rappers sweet like creme brûlée
If you ain't got no cake
You niggas out here movin' half-baked
Bought my girl a pistol
She don't really need no mace or spray
Got a bunch of money for her to watch my problems fade away
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
We gon' turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Yeah
The $10K Feature (Turn This Up Interlude) Video (MV)
Performed By: Bugatti CLE
Language: English
Length: 1:30
Written by: Benjamin Hemingway, Elijah Clements
Bugatti CLE - The $10K Feature (Turn This Up Interlude) Lyrics
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Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Ayy turn this shit up, nigga
We gon' turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
In my city, we got youngin's that'll crash out
I'll get to shootin' till it's empty
Take cover, swap the mag out
I got it out the mud like hoopin' in the yard on a rainy day
Sleepin' on me, you might as well put a million dollars in a pillowcase
Pull up in a foreign son-of-a-bitch like who wanna race
I could do this shit like Luka, 40 ball on any day
Bitch, I feel like Benjamin, I need a play for $50k
F*ckin' with my money, I'ma f*ck around and catch a case
Hop up on the track, these rappers sweet like creme brûlée
If you ain't got no cake
You niggas out here movin' half-baked
Bought my girl a pistol
She don't really need no mace or spray
Got a bunch of money for her to watch my problems fade away
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
We gon' turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Yeah
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Ayy turn this shit up, nigga
We gon' turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
In my city, we got youngin's that'll crash out
I'll get to shootin' till it's empty
Take cover, swap the mag out
I got it out the mud like hoopin' in the yard on a rainy day
Sleepin' on me, you might as well put a million dollars in a pillowcase
Pull up in a foreign son-of-a-bitch like who wanna race
I could do this shit like Luka, 40 ball on any day
Bitch, I feel like Benjamin, I need a play for $50k
F*ckin' with my money, I'ma f*ck around and catch a case
Hop up on the track, these rappers sweet like creme brûlée
If you ain't got no cake
You niggas out here movin' half-baked
Bought my girl a pistol
She don't really need no mace or spray
Got a bunch of money for her to watch my problems fade away
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
We gon' turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Turn this shit up
Yeah
Writer: Benjamin Hemingway, Elijah Clements
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid