Turnt

[Intro]

(No, no tears, no tears)

(Sauceman)

[Verse 1: Money Man]

I put her diamonds because she the finest

I put her in Ricky, she holdin' my blicky

AMG Wagon, it sit like a Tonka

Hang out the window, I'm holdin' the chopper

My jeans Dior, but got Burberry boxers

Manicure Russian, her face was Korean

Money increasin', it never depletin'

She was a hood bitch, I showed her the ropes

Put her  in Prada, she used to be broke

Trappin' or robbin', which one you gon' pick?

When you from where I from, nigga, good don't exist

Townhouse, two levels, it got luxury amenities

I buy that bitch with a made-up identity

Shoppin' boutiques on the daily, splurgin'

I fuck her good, now her toes curlin'

Japanese bitch finna walk on my back

Did a show in the hood, I was clutchin' my strap

She not my type, she not turnt up enough

Expensive bitch, pay some hundred for lunch

Stack up them bricks and she rockin' like six

She 'bout her business, she stay on her shit

Walk in Chanel, cop her two or three purses

Fuck it, right now, it's a hundred for verses

Bottega trainers, she run to that mun-yun

On an opp day, ride around with a hundun

Racks in the pillow case, I do not need a safe

When you go strike, make sure they do not see your face

I up that whistle if I feel offended

He not really like that, he just be pretendin'

She not my type, she not turnt up enough

She not my type, she not turnt up enough

She 'bout her business, so I had to cuff

She from the hood, but I put her in Prada

She was a seven, but now she a model

Bottega trainers, I got her in trainin'

Run up that pape', got accounts in the Caymans

Runnin' my hood, they be worship and praisin'

[Chorus: Money Man & Moneybagg Yo]

She not my type, she ain't turnt up enough

She not my type, she ain't turnt up enough

Yeah, we fucked, but I ain't like her that much

That nigga trash, they just hypin' him up

Maybach truck outside, I'm scoopin' her up

Muscle car, foreign car, which should I whip? (Go)

Get shot in your face, you lil' niggas ain't slick (Baow)

I raised this bank account, bitch, I'm the shit (Speak)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]

I'm way too big for a skeleton Carti'

I talk too much shit, man, I had to go 'Rari

Loaf boy, SG, nigga can't guard me

New strand ready and another finna harvest

Just takin' off, but the show been started (Yeah)

Late, that's the Wock', got me pullin' up tardy

I shitted on purpose, better not say sorry

The brand new foreign

Loyalty, I'm stayin' down with my niggas (Loaf)

"Spoil me," that's what I hear from my bitches (Both)

The chop that I got, it can't fit in my britches

AR black and brown, this the Virgil edition

This year, almost spend 'bout a ticket on opps (Woah)

I'm tired of sparin' these ho-ass niggas

The back of the Glock got a lil' bitty box

You tap on the trigger, it let off a fifty

Hit it (Grrt), hit it (Grrt), hit it (Grrt), hit it (Grrt)

Who want the smoke? I don't hear nothin', crickets

Why niggas hate? I don't know and don't get it

I know what it is, they see competition

They know I'm a threat

Extra, doin' too much

These niggas actors, but not like a movie 'cause they don't get paid (Broke)

Not like a trick (No)

I'm an investor

Lift up your titties, move you out of state

[Chorus: Money Man]

She not my type, she ain't turnt up enough

She not my type, she ain't turnt up enough

Yeah, we fucked, but I ain't like her that much

That nigga trash, they just hypin' him up

Maybach truck outside, I'm scoopin' her up

Muscle car, foreign car, which should I whip?

Get shot in your face, you lil' niggas ain't slick

I raised this bank account, bitch, I'm the shit