Turn Up On Dat - Waka Flocka Flame, Young Buck

I bought a bunch of pounds and a lot of coke

Made 100 thousand, turned up on these folks

I be running up a check, I fuck a lot of hoes

Put your bands in your hands, you know how this goes

Turn up on that bitch, turn up on that bitch

Turn up on that bitch like (Pow, pow, pow, pow)

Turn up on that bitch, turn up on that bitch

Turn up on that bitch like (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I look like a brick, I smell like bar money

Let my little brother take my Bentley to the prom for me

I got a real bitch, she gon' take the charge for me

I give it to her soft, she gon' get it hard for me

Another nigga had the molly and the bar for me

The valet brought the maker brand and popped the car for me

Now can you please keep these broke niggas far from me

Cashville bitch, all of this is our money

Turn up on that bitch, turn up on that bitch

Turn up on that bitch like (Pow, pow, pow, pow)

Turn up on that bitch, turn up on that bitch

Turn up on that bitch like (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’m in Tennessee, boolin' out in Bashville

I fuck with Buck so I call it Cashville

Youngest popping molly like them shit’s is advil

Tall shooter with me, nickname: O’Neill

In the club, bussin' bottles like I’m Meech nigga

I don’t fuck with rap niggas, just street niggas

Get my work dropped off on a speedboat

Got bitches snorting lines out of c notes

Turn up on that bitch, turn up on that bitch

Turn up on that bitch like (Pow, pow, pow, pow)

Turn up on that bitch, turn up on that bitch

Turn up on that bitch like (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch I say turn up, I say turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Flexing on the race, I been messing with your bitch

Got these hoes going crazy like they in a moshpit

I’m getting money, stay away from me if you ain’t got shit

Your family falling and this motherfucker lit

I make 10 bands on it 'fore they split

I’ma buy a Wraith for my next flip

Boss said I get 100 to the bricks

I bought a bunch of pounds and a lot of coke

Made 100 thousand, turned up on these folks

I be running up a check, I fuck a lot of hoes

Put your bands in your hands, you know how this goes

Turn up on that bitch, turn up on that bitch

Turn up on that bitch like (Pow, pow, pow, pow)

Turn up on that bitch, turn up on that bitch

Turn up on that bitch like (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Turn up on that bitch, turn up on that bitch

Turn up on that bitch like (Pow, pow, pow, pow)

Turn up on that bitch, turn up on that bitch

Turn up on that bitch like (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)