text: Hahaha
  Turn up
  Turn up
  Yeah
  Hahaha
  Tell my dudes, Bring the bottles to the crib
  Call them hoes, bring them models to the crib
  We turnin up, its full throttle in this bitch
  Fuck is up with all these haters talkin shit?
  I just poured me up a cup
  Call the plug and see whats up
  Ayy, I just poured me up a cup
  Lemme show these haters up
  Put the damn lean in the rocka
  Pull up to the scene b-b-baka
  Balmain, whole screen light the block up
  Lookin damn clean with the shopper
  Screaming Wu-tang Queen, Im a shopper
  They see us lookin evil with the hover
  Pull up, ski-mask, balaclava
  Damn, let me do the honors 
  Sign my name over by the commas
  Hit the dash, spend a grand at Benihanas 
  Everything designer
  Margiela got me lookin like Im walkin on some water 
  Drop the top on the whip for the summer
  Just finished this bottle, think Im bout to pop another
  Tell the waitress, Keep em comin 
  We always turnt up, ho, its nothing
  And tell my old bitch dont worry who Im fuckin 
  Keep the rari engine running, hit the gas and I fuckin blast past
  Spillin champagne out the damn glass
  Bitch, Im stuck 
  And Im livin out in Cali now 
  And, bitch, my life is lavish now 
  Blowin money and Im laughin now 
  Rodeo, drive a 424, Im cashin out
  Tell my dudes, Bring the bottles to the crib
  Call them hoes, bring them models to the crib
  We turnin up, its full throttle in this bitch
  Fuck is up with all these haters talkin shit?
  I just poured me up a cup
  Call the plug and see whats up
  Ayy, I just poured me up a cup
  Lemme show these haters up
  I got four seats, talkin four freaks, goin balls-deep
  Think about it, fuckin em in a fisher, Ima foresee
  Ho, please, saucin til Im forty like Im OE
  Hood name hot too, name 
  Source Jefé, like an esé
  Known to get a little from my side like a temp fade
  I be in the A like a wrote a good essay
  And add a little L to it when I do my West thing
  She be takin shots, no Goldie
  In the spur of the moment like Ginobili
  Hit her with the Chris Paul, pass her to my homie
  Keep it a hunnid, told me I done it
  Told me to run it, drinkin for nothing
  Screamin out, Fuck it, well make her buss it
  Turnin up til its over 
  We done ball, hold up, hold up
  I been runnin round that bit, ho, fuckin with a thick chick
  Runnin round this mofucker, tryna get my dick licked
  Im coolin with so many bitches, Im feelin , Im on my ting shit
  I got em dirty dancin in my mansion and my team lit
  Niggas poppin bottle after bottle champagne-poppin
  They cant stop it so they clappin, yeah, things poppin
  Yeah, we popular, go check my fan-page
  Tell my dudes, Bring the bottles to the crib
  Call them hoes, bring them models to the crib
  We turnin up, its full throttle in this bitch
  Fuck is up with all these haters talkin shit?
  I just poured me up a cup 
  Call the plug and see whats up, was, whats up 
  Ayy, I just poured me up a cup
  Lemme show these haters up