Turnt - The-Dream, Beyoncé, 2 Chainz

Red light special, undress me under the candle light

Turnt up in this business, watch me do all of them things you like

I’m ready to go, ready to blow like Grammy night

In the back of that limousine, Billy Bob and Angeline

All you gotta do, is say the word

And I’ll be right there on ya

All you gotta do, is say the word

And I’ll be right there for ya

Do this while I do that, we like «good, true that»

Come baby be you, get on it while I see you

Turnt up, all the way to the ceiling

Burnt up, till you ain’t got no feeling

On my phone like Siri, talkin bout you gon kill it

Beat it up, until I black out;

cash up, boy

I need this sexy (ratchet) sophisticated (ratchet)

The black leather with the sun outside in the summer time (ratchet)

She need that cocky (ratchet) ready to cock back (ratchet)

That drop top, and B symbol, on me with a (ratchet)

Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woah

Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woah

Loving everything you do, baby I’m in love with you

Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woah

Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woah

People think I’m crazy but I love you cause you crazy too

You’re my black light special, she hotter than a flame tonight

Burn up in this, and watch you do all the things I like

Say you the reason why all of these rap niggas start singing

She say you the reason why all of these cute girls got babies

All you gotta do is say what’s happening

And I’ll be right there baby

All you gotta do is say what’s popping

And I’ll be right there shorty

My phone, like: «Siri, I told you I was gon killed it»

Got my chains all on that jelly;

Where Michelle at?

Where Kelly?

Got a picnic table my automo

Pull up, blow the horn and we gotta go

You come out lookin like a pot o gold

Now they tryna cramp our style, Charley Horse

I’m like what’s yo name?

What’s yo phone number?

I kill that thang (woah) -- manslaughter

You so sexy man I ain’t flexin

Shorty I’ll drink your bath water

Ferragamo’s are my loafers got my loafers on the sofa

And I’m drinkin out the bottle man I’m gonna need a bib

Lookin like a kid tell you what it is

Tell you where to go man I tell you what I did

Ye ain’t kickin it you get kicked out

I don’t bring sand in my beach house

And your body must be anticipated

Cause it already done leaked out