Turn On lyrics

[Chorus: OG 3Three]
I like the way you turn that bass on (I do)
Say look, lil' baby, won't you stay home?
Gotta stack my chips, I got them coins for your payphone
No NFL, but I'm like a quarterback, won't you go long?
And she like "Stop, boy, you been playin' a lil' minute"
Girl, I'm like "Woah, kemosabe"
I'm up in the pus*y, hittin' like tennis
I'm tryna put you out your body
This ain't no cap, b*tch, I'm wearing a fitted
I just wanna know, is you a real rider?
Young n*gga, he straight up out them trenches
Just want you with me, f*ck what you hiding

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Call a young n*gga to pull up in a Bentley
n*gga said f*ck a Masi'
Got a bad b*tch with me
Baby, I just want your body
A n*gga reachin' for my chain
n*gga, I'm gon' catch a body, yeah
Every day we cashed out, you know rich n*ggas ball
Inside the mall, Christian Dior
Yeah, you see the money fall
Drop top in the Bentley, yeah thе plug keep callin'
Young n*gga with them sticks, yeah, we thе trending topic
And whatever she want, I got it
Shh, you ain't gotta talk about it
Girl, I like the way you do that
Slide 'round in the 'rari
Yeah them big racks, we run through that
Hundred K, I'm back in
You know a young n*gga been blew that
She like the way I do that
Them choppas, push your sh*t back (Them choppas, push your sh*t back)
[Chorus: OG 3Three]
I like the way you turn that bass on (I do)
Say look, lil' baby, won't you stay home?
Gotta stack my chips, I got them coins for your payphone
No NFL, but I'm like a quarterback, won't you go long?
And she like "Stop, boy, you been playin' a lil' minute"
Girl, I'm like "Woah, kemosabe"
I'm up in the pus*y, hittin' like tennis
I'm tryna put you out your body
This ain't no cap, b*tch, I'm wearing a fitted
I just wanna know, is you a real rider?
Young n*gga, he straight up out them trenches
Just want you with me, f*ck what you hiding

[Verse 2: OG 3Three]
You with a real n*gga, so don't you worry 'bout no f*cking drama
I got a good vision, so don't you come here with no f*cking problems
And I got a red beam just to spot that motherf*ckin' drama
And you know my eyes green, so you know this 4KTrey, lil' mama
b*tch, where your Visine?
sh*t, all you see is them f*ckin' commas
This ain't no Wock' lean, but I think you high like a f*ckin' rasta
I seen you in my dreams just sucking on this baby bottle
Girl, you just turned me to a fiend, I want you in my pocket
We hit the road, I'm tryna run out all your f*ckin' mileage
I don't pay for tolls, but if you was a ticket, I'd f*ckin' buy it
Don't trick on no ho, but you can go'n get a couple dollars
Don't know what you know, but I could treat you like a f*ckin' scholar (Treat you good)
[Chorus: OG 3Three]
I like the way you turn that bass on (I do)
Say look, lil' baby, won't you stay home?
Gotta stack my chips, I got them coins for your payphone
No NFL, but I'm like a quarterback, won't you go long?
And she like "Stop, boy, you been playin' a lil' minute"
Girl, I'm like "Woah, kemosabe"
I'm up in the pus*y, hittin' like tennis
I'm tryna put you out your body
This ain't no cap, b*tch, I'm wearing a fitted
I just wanna know, is you a real rider?
Young n*gga, he straight up out them trenches
Just want you with me, f*ck what you hiding