笨小笨Turnt歌词由Money Man&Moneybagg Yo演唱，出自专辑《Purple Heart》，下面是《Turnt》完整版歌词！
Turnt歌词完整版
Yellanotears notears
Yeah Sauceman
I put her diamonds because she the finest
I put her in Rick and she holdin' my blicky
AMG Wagon it sit like a Tonka
Hang out the window I'm holdin' the chopper
My jeans Dior with that Burberry boxers
Spanish curator and her face is Korean
Money increasin' it never completin'
She was a hood b***h I showed her the ropes
Put her Prada she used to be broke
Trappin' or robbin' which one you gon' pick
When you from where I from nigga good don't exist
Townhouse two levels it got luxury amenities
I buy that b***h with a made-up identity
Shoppin' boutique on the daily splurgin'
I f**k her good now her toes curlin'
Japanese b***h finna walk on my back
Did a show in the hood I was clutchin' my strap
She not my type she not turnt up enough
Expensive b***h pay two hundred for lunch
Stack up them bricks and she rockin' like six
She 'bout her business she stay on her s**t
Walk in Chanel cop her two or three purses
F**k it right now it's a hundred for verses
Bottega trainers she run to that monyun
On an opp day ride around with a hundred gun
Racks in the pillow case I do not need a safe
When you go strike make sure they do not see your face
I blow that whistle if I feel offended
He not really like that he just be pretendin'
She not my type she not turnt up enough
She not my type she not turnt up enough
She 'bout her business so I had to cuff
She from the hood but I put her in Prada
She was a seven but now she a model
Bottega trainers I got her in trainin'
Run up that pape' got her countin' sellin' canes
Runnin' my hood they be worship and praisin'
She not my type she ain't turnt up enough
She not my type she ain't turnt up enough
Yeah we f**ked but I ain't like her that much
That nigga trash y'all just hypin' him up
Maybach truck outside I'm scoopin' her up
Muscle car foreign car which should I whip
Go go go go
Get shot in your face you lil' niggas ain't slick
Baow
I raised this bank account b***h I'm the s**t
Speak
I'm way too big for a skeleton Carti'
I talk too much s**t man I had to go 'Rari
Loaf boy SG nigga can't guard me
New strand ready and another finna harvest
Just takin' off but the show been started
Yeah
Late that's the Wock' got me pullin' up tardy
I s**tted on purpose better not say sorry
The brand new foreign
Loyalty I'm stayin' down with my niggas
Loaf
Spoil me that's what I hear from my b***hes
Both
The chop that I got it can't fit in my britches
AR black and brown it's the Virgil edition
This year almost spend 'bout a ticket on opps
One
I'm tired of sprain' these ho-a*s niggas
The back of the Glock got a lil' bitty box
You tap on the trigger it let off a fifty
Hit it
Grrt
Hit it
Grrt
Hit it
Grrt
Hit it
Grrt
Who want the smoke
I don't hear nothin' crickets
Why niggas hate
I don't know and don't get it
I know what it is they see competition
They know I'm threat
Extra doin' too much
These niggas actors but not like a movie 'cause they don't get paid
Broke
Not like a trick
No
I'm an investor
Lift up your titties boy you out of state
She not my type she ain't turnt up enough
She not my type she ain't turnt up enough
Yeah we f**ked but I ain't like her that much
That nigga trash y'all just hypin' him up
Maybach truck outside I'm scoopin' her up
Muscle car foreign car which should I whip
Get shot in your face you lil' niggas ain't slick
I raised this bank account b***h I'm the s**t
