Meek Mill, Cassie - Turn Up lyrics

(Young Chop on the beat)
I know you love my body, babe, yeah (yeah)
I know you love my body, babe, yeah (Hitmaka)
I know you love my body, babe, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

Turn u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-up, up
(Body Bag)
Turn u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-up, up
(Body Bag)

Money on my mind, Bonnie, you be Clyde
Don't you wanna ride or die?
'Cause I keep it tight
Work a 9 to 5, he be on his grind
Red-bottoms and Louboutins
You know the things I like
Give me all your money 'cause they
Don't do it like I
Hunnit bottles every night I pour, yah ah ah
Always on your mind, just a matter of time
Bad bitches, they linking up, shorty
When they see I I I

Let me tell you something that these
Girls are scared to tell you
Yeah, it's all for you
So you know you're supposed to
Give me all your time
Tell me that you're mine
Yellow tape outside, white chalk the lines

Turn u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-up, up
(Body Bag)
Turn u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-up, up
(Body Bag)

Meek Mill, okay
Okay, I pull up on niggas – murder scene
Murder scene
Real pushin' that 911 – emergency, emergency
Say nigga, I ain't never heard of you
Bet my life you've heard of me
Bet you've heard I spit hot
Shit and I burn niggas, third degree
Just zappers on 'em, no strap
I ain’t gon' hold back
All I do is throw racks
All these hoes know that
My pockets lookin' like ADS shocks
These pockets on me so fat
These diamonds on me, they picture perfect
They flash, nigga, call that, uh
All I know is turn up bottles
'bout to burn up
And it's blood all on my bitch shoes
Like she just caught a murder
And I'm gettin' money, word up
I'm ballin', nigga, word up
And when it come to these hoes
I hit bitches, I turn up, whoa

Turn u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-up, up
(Body Bag)
Turn u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-up, up
(Body Bag)