Turkish

[Intro: Action Bronson]

Woop, woop

Doctor Turbo

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[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

I pull up, jump out, choke you out, hit the death roll

Then slide off like Bo Jackson in Tecmo Bowl

El Cocodrillo collecting all souls

You can catch me in Tibet

But if you try me I'ma put that ass to bed

From this top floor view I could see the whole strip

Jump out the window like I got wings on

Your physical features will turn into chopped cheese, dog

And I flee off and drive Z4's

With skis where the wheels supposed to be

End your evening with a real ferocious knee

Have you holding something frozen on your cheek

Swinging double hundred pound clubs from Persia like The Sheik

I love the taste of raw meat

I rock the long white robe Allah fashion

Off the roof with the scope

Calm, I took Lamaze classes

Ask your moms, your boy's been gone

When he was rocking Sean John

I steer the Caddy like I got one arm

Smoke drugs like I got four lungs

Knock the horse out you rode in on

Hit him twice 'cause he had a chin on him

Caught the ball then I Hit the spin on him

I need the money on the table by this morning

[Interlude: Action Bronson]

Uh-huh, you heard me

I need the money on the table by this morning

These motherfuckers, man

Motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker

Just have the money on the table by this morning

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

Man, we will shoot the bigger steel

And you can guaran-damn motherfuckin'-tee we don't need them J Balvin meals

I'm at the table where that ball spins around the wheel

All kinds of nozzles and gauges, fuck

[Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren]

I never ask a chick for her number, I only give her mine

Fuck it if they hit me, they hit me 'cause either way I'm fine

I park the new 850 next to the old one

And gently place the two-tone Rollie next to the gold one

We got options over here, baby boy

Chop the yay and employ

Catch a flight to sip the wine we enjoy

I try to tell you that we different, I mean different different

Achieving accurately everything you niggas didn't

At this point been gettin' money longer than I haven't

And every fabric placed on my flesh could win a pageant

I'm talkin' beauty, I'm talkin' Gucci, I'm talkin' Louis

If you try to say I ain't fly then son, you never knew me

Historically rockin' resurrected oddities

Niggas owe us reparations, fuck apologies

Doing pullups wrapped in my jewels is like a weight vest

Anchor swingin' off a ape chest

Laurendez

[Interlude 2: Action Bronson]

Yeah, uh-huh

Just have the money on the table by the morning

Hear me? Uh-huh

Just have the money on the table by the morning

[Verse 4: Action Bronson]

You know that daddy's home

Yeah, I rose from out the grave like the altered beast fresh out the catacombs

I got the 99 overall in Madden bruh

I have your bitch tossin' salad

Uh-uh