Baby Money - Turn Me Up lyrics
Baby Money [Carlos Deshawn Fischer] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Baby Money - Turn Me Up lyrics]
(Ayo, Shek, this yours?)
Boy, you snitched, they ain't sittin' down 'cause you ain't testified
You don't think this shit real, put out your hand and test the fire
When you see me, mesmerized, I'm just saying I'm blessed from God
Scrolling down you niggas' pictures, tryna see who next to die
I'm like the bird, I'm tryna eat, but I got some bread stashed
Bozos get they neck cut, then get they head stashed
Tried to duck, but they the goose, shit, they all got head taps
We filled **** up with bullеts, hmm, with his dead ass
Fuck her 'til the bеd break, cut 'em off, they dead weight
I need head, not headaches, she 'bout to cum, I'm sayin', "Wait"
Thousand 'bows, I can move the bag, that's what a man say
Take your bitch on an island, hmm, this a sand date
Hope niggas payin' for attention, I heard niggas' fans fake
Still runnin' up them racks, nigga, this a band race
I trust what my mans say, copilot, land wait
Built this shit all hustle, nigga, check the landscape
Why niggas talk about them killings? Seen 'em with my real eyes
Niggas tried to block my blessing and I had to realize
Up the way, I see your pies, out the way, I'm hillside
Yeah, he survived three days, hmm, but he still died
Now turn me up
She told me, if they catch me, she gon' hold me down, turn me up
They'll never catch me, I ain't slowin' down, turn me up
We ain't never stressin', we be blowin' pounds, turn me up
The 'bows in the air, the buyers on the ground, turn me up
They souls in the air, they bodies in the ground
I'm the myth, throw 4s in the air, then fly another round
Double cup of codeine, walkin' out of Mr. Chow's
Can't complain about my life, I was just walkin' to trial
Say he was shootin' in the crowd, he beat it at his trial
Only thing I fear is God, I don't care if niggas wild
Now it's apparent niggas cryin', they mans is being loud
TEC went, "Frrt, frrt, frrt," I'm tryna say that shit was foul
I did a hundred last week, no fakin', no Blakin'
Been reportin' to the bank like I'm still on probation
Put the phone in rotation, all this shit be motivation
Yeah, I call my Glock a freak bitch (Why?), this bitch be soul-taking
Why niggas talk about them killings? Seen 'em with my real eyes
Niggas tried to block my blessing and I had to realize
Up the way, I see your pies, out the way, I'm hillside
Yeah, he survived three days, hmm, but he still died
Now turn me up
She told me, if they catch me, she gon' hold me down, turn me up
They'll never catch me, I ain't slowin' down, turn me up
We ain't never stressin', we be blowin' pounds, turn me up
The 'bows in the air, the buyers on the ground, turn me up
Boy, you snitched, they ain't sittin' down 'cause you ain't testified
You don't think this shit real, put out your hand and test the fire
When you see me, mesmerized, I'm just saying I'm blessed from God
Scrolling down you niggas' pictures, tryna see who next to die
I'm like the bird, I'm tryna eat, but I got some bread stashed
Bozos get they neck cut, then get they head stashed
Tried to duck, but they the goose, shit, they all got head taps
We filled **** up with bullеts, hmm, with his dead ass
Fuck her 'til the bеd break, cut 'em off, they dead weight
I need head, not headaches, she 'bout to cum, I'm sayin', "Wait"
Thousand 'bows, I can move the bag, that's what a man say
Take your bitch on an island, hmm, this a sand date
Hope niggas payin' for attention, I heard niggas' fans fake
Still runnin' up them racks, nigga, this a band race
I trust what my mans say, copilot, land wait
Built this shit all hustle, nigga, check the landscape
Why niggas talk about them killings? Seen 'em with my real eyes
Niggas tried to block my blessing and I had to realize
Up the way, I see your pies, out the way, I'm hillside
Yeah, he survived three days, hmm, but he still died
Now turn me up
She told me, if they catch me, she gon' hold me down, turn me up
They'll never catch me, I ain't slowin' down, turn me up
We ain't never stressin', we be blowin' pounds, turn me up
The 'bows in the air, the buyers on the ground, turn me up
They souls in the air, they bodies in the ground
I'm the myth, throw 4s in the air, then fly another round
Double cup of codeine, walkin' out of Mr. Chow's
Can't complain about my life, I was just walkin' to trial
Say he was shootin' in the crowd, he beat it at his trial
Only thing I fear is God, I don't care if niggas wild
Now it's apparent niggas cryin', they mans is being loud
TEC went, "Frrt, frrt, frrt," I'm tryna say that shit was foul
I did a hundred last week, no fakin', no Blakin'
Been reportin' to the bank like I'm still on probation
Put the phone in rotation, all this shit be motivation
Yeah, I call my Glock a freak bitch (Why?), this bitch be soul-taking
Why niggas talk about them killings? Seen 'em with my real eyes
Niggas tried to block my blessing and I had to realize
Up the way, I see your pies, out the way, I'm hillside
Yeah, he survived three days, hmm, but he still died
Now turn me up
She told me, if they catch me, she gon' hold me down, turn me up
They'll never catch me, I ain't slowin' down, turn me up
We ain't never stressin', we be blowin' pounds, turn me up
The 'bows in the air, the buyers on the ground, turn me up
