Ace Hood - Turn Up lyrics

[Verse 1 - Ace Hood] They told me "Where you getting money? Boy them n***as hate" Taught to trust nobody other than my .38 f** a n***a, petty weight It's just me and all this money I'll be okay Hustle hard, each and every day Thinking of a master plan, accumulating cake Very rapid pace, motherf**er bang IRS be watching, stash it in the safe Never trust a n***a, even in his face Catch him stealing from me, that's another case Prices on your head, show up to your weight Cold blooded k**er, one more to the face Don't nobody side, f** who got away Happy Meal clips, have a nice day Money is the motive, nothing mediocre Keep that p**y popping, like a canned soda Let her ride the dick, come and be my chauffeur Heavy money piles, I need a bulldozer So keep away the hate, I can't stand the odor I'm just getting started, Indy try and told them [Chorus - Ace Hood] They told me "Were you getting money? Boy them n***as hate" Me and Ballgreezy get this sh** by any way Real n***as, f** with us We'll be bucking in this b**h until they come get us Turn up Turn up Turn up Turn up Turn up Turn up I wish a n***a would Turn up Turn up Turn up Turn up Turn up Turn up The whole hood want him [Verse 2 - Ballgreezy] f** the other side, b**h I'm going ham Pocket full of bands, so rock your head, yeah! Coconut, and it taste good, Ballgreezy and Ace Hood Big pistols, and blowing reefer Up in this b**h, because my face good Me and my n***as make movies Going down about my foolish Hell naw, you can't hit the weed Or make the drink, b**h keep it moving Around here, it's G-code Ask around, the streets know Love f**ing them freak hoes With a fat a** and a deep throat My outfit, is so shaw My shoe game, is so hard Stomp with the groupies Sitting n***a that's your hoe job The music all the way turned up Rosay getting poured up My cellphone keep blowing up By the bad b**h that I'm going to f** My shades on, and they real dawg My ice shining real hard n***as acting real hard, that beef sh**, and we'll solve Pop up with that loose sh**, thinking that I ain't going to do sh** Thinking I ain't going to shoot sh** Won't give a f** about who hit [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ace Hood] Okay, I'm gone off of tequila Hopping out of that Regal 24's on my whip Toasting my neck colder than freezers I'm turned up with my top down Bad b**h and she turn around Ass fat and I dick her down f** her free like I'm sights or sounds And b**h I'm heavy balling Nicknamed Mister Spalding Momma told me k** them, dead man walking Riding with that reefer, rip through any carca** It's We the Best forever, b**h I'm just now getting started Hold up [Chorus]