T.I. - Turn It lyrics

[Hook] I'mma turn it it for the dopeboys ridin' in the trap 50 pounds and that fire in their lap I'mma turn it for the bad hoes, aye holla when you see me You know I got this raw when you need it I'mma turn it for the pay roll, I need it in my pocket Boy, what you need then I can get it if I ain't got it I'mma turn it for these s**ers, man I know you wouldn't be sh** without me I can keep you b**hes dreamin' 'bout me I'mma turn it for the… [Verse 1] Hustle Gang, n***a, that's mandatory Still be trappin' out the 'bando King pull strings like a Banjo Get a n***a k**ed for a band, yo Pay anything to be done in the streets, I done it Swear to God from the West to the East side I run it You better watch how you talkin' to me now, Sonny I'm a Bankhead n***a, but the East ride for me You violate when you see me, get a demonstration in 3-D My motivation hit different states And that ten piece is like hot wings, n***a Keep it real, you not me, n***a If it wasn't for jail would have shot these n***as If they disrespectin' on top we k** ‘em I'mma watch that, duck like like dark wing n***a Still in the trap when you see me With my burner tucked in my monster truck The money you get like crumbs to us And n***a, you ain't even thinkin' rich, I'm enough With a matchin' chain, my formula Get c**aine and buy everything, like “Yeah” [Hook] [Verse 2] Never will I be the one Who ever go broke or don't carry a gun Play me for no joke, n***a, I'm not the one f** that sh** that you done, we riding ‘til dawn Run up to him and do him, make sure that he done New AK with a scope in case he may run I bet he not far, on top of my car If I got my tripod I won't have to try hard to k** him You hooker better pay me or you out through dealin' Them n***as whippin' with you and the broad you drillin' When it come to bankroll we the mob n***a Okay, I got something for you, n***a I'mma catch me a case, I'm so ratchet Get the f** out my face, 'bout four ratchets Got bad b**hes in mad cities We hit the stage and throw 40 at it I stay on gold, n***a, know me I green light a whole n***a slit lowkey My attitude does scare with some goatee I do a drive-by listening to Doe B My knob bro' (broke), no remo' (remorse) I'm up there, stuck there, I rolled it for him From the coast of Mona to the coast of Ole Better know that [Hook]