Young & Turnt Lyrics

Yeah, this shit on the floor

Go

Hop out the car & I'm fresh as a motherfucker

I got this shit on, gotta get to the money

I can't move without it, that shit my safe zone

I ain't nothin' like these niggas, your bitch know I'm different

That why she fuck when I say so

Cartel business, I feel like El Chapo

I don't wanna talk if ain't bout the pesos

Ayy, I move different, keep a couple killers around me

Every Glock came with a switch

Stay out the mix, what the fuck is it talk about

I don't wanna hear that shit

For the niggas that hoed me, this be my get-back

I'm focusin', I ain't with the chit-chat

Ten thousand on clothes, I just fucced up saks

Your bitch already that I'm pressure

Amiri jeans mix with the Louis V sweater

None of this shit I do basic, this shit come with levels

Come through spinnin an all-black Telsa

Diamonds hittin' like Floyd Mayweather

That's the beginning of this

Nigga tryna start with me, know I'ma finish that shit

Hell nah, I ain't trippin', Im really havin

You know I ain't nothin' to replace a bitch

They say I'm nonchalant, they say I'm this & that

Whole time a nigga be humble

I had started from the bottom, climb my way to the top

I had to fight through that jungle

I know my goal, I gotta get my niggas out the hood

They just keep spinnin

All they know is mask up and walk down

They get to itchin when they talk about spinnin

Let's get it, bitches tryna blemish my image

Ion even worry about it, she already know I'm that nigga

Ain't none like her last nigga, my pockets way bigger

Knots in em, like somebody was punching them bitches

When I go to the club, go straight to the V.I.P

Spent 20 on my wrist, this shit here a chandelier

Who knew I was gon be young and turn like this

I might just buy your bitch

Hop out the car & I'm fresh as a motherfucker

I got this shit on, gotta get to the money

I can't move without it, that shit my safe zone

I ain't nothin' like these niggas, your bitch know I'm different

That why she fuck when I say so

Cartel business, I feel like El Chapo

I don't wanna talk if ain't bout the pesos

Bitches tryna blemish my image

Ion even worry about it, she already know I'm that nigga

Ain't none like her last nigga, my pockets way bigger

Knots in em, like somebody was punching them bitches

When I go to the club, go straight to the V.I.P

Spent 20 on my wrist, this shit here a chandelier

Who know I was gon be young and turn like this

I might just buy your bitch