Soulja Boy — Turn On

[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 pussy, hittin' like tennis I'm tryna put you out your body This ain't no cap, bitch, I'm wearing a fitted I just wanna know, is you a real rider? Young nigga, he straight up out them trenches Just want you with me, fuck what you hiding [Verse 1: Soulja Boy] Call a young nigga to pull up in a Bentley Nigga said fuck a Masi' Got a bad bitch with me Baby, I just want your body A nigga reachin' for my chain Nigga, I'm gon' catch a body, yeah Every day we cashed out, you know rich niggas ball Inside the mall, Christian Dior Yeah, you see the money fall Drop top in the Bentley, yeah thе plug keep callin' Young nigga 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 nigga been blew that She like the way I do that Them choppas, push your shit back (Them choppas, push your shit 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 pussy, hittin' like tennis I'm tryna put you out your body This ain't no cap, bitch, I'm wearing a fitted I just wanna know, is you a real rider? Young nigga, he straight up out them trenches Just want you with me, fuck what you hiding [Verse 2: OG 3Three] You with a real nigga, so don't you worry 'bout no fucking drama I got a good vision, so don't you come here with no fucking problems And I got a red beam just to spot that motherfuckin' drama And you know my eyes green, so you know this 4KTrey, lil' mama Bitch, where your Visine? Shit, all you see is them fuckin' commas This ain't no Wock' lean, but I think you high like a fuckin' 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 fuckin' mileage I don't pay for tolls, but if you was a ticket, I'd fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 pussy, hittin' like tennis I'm tryna put you out your body This ain't no cap, bitch, I'm wearing a fitted I just wanna know, is you a real rider? Young nigga, he straight up out them trenches Just want you with me, fuck what you hiding