CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Turbo

Die!
Walk on the stage

She say she like me
Plain Jane, AP
Got the Bentley, 'Rari
She just want a Birkin
I can't buy her a Birkin
I ain't bought my mom a Birkin
Always when I'm working
That money I be splurging like Turbo (Uh)
Uh, go, f**king that ho on campus (Uh)
Hitting her in between cla**es (Uh)
Nutting all over her gla**es (Uh, like Turbo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go (Uh)
Catch me zipping my car through traffic (Uh)
Young n***a got him a Hellcat but the Lambo' go way faster, I go turbo

She want Celine spring
I want some lean, yeah
I love Forgiato, must turn off from the scene (Yeah)
Come and geek up like Turbo (Skrrt)
Draco under my peacoat
Money coming in real fast like Sonic
Starting to think my new b*t*h robotic
Swing the stick out the car when the opp get spotted
Bringing up money, you know I got it
I want her with a whole lotta body
Babies, K-pins watch me ship it (Yeah)
Running off stage, I dive (Dive)
Sitting on the mountain top
Hoping that I do not die
Whatever I wear, I'm way too fly (Okay)
Told her chill out with that capping
A pint of that matrix I'm packing it, yeah
Even with these foreign girls, you know that I'm smashing 'em
Propane tank of gas, no citgo
Come with the bullsh*t you know I'm with though
F**king on shorty 'til the morning time
Hitting her real fast she call me Turbo
She say she like me
Plain Jane, AP
Got the Bentley, 'Rari
She just want a Birkin
I can't buy her a Birkin
I ain't bought my mom a Birkin
Always when I'm working
That money I be splurging like Turbo (Uh)
Uh, go, f**king that ho on campus (Uh)
Hitting her in between cla**es (Uh)
Nutting all over her gla**es (Uh, like Turbo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go (Uh)
Catch me zipping my car through traffic (Uh)
Young n***a got him a Hellcat but the Lambo' go way faster, I go turbo

You know the Lambo' go fast
They want me to slow down but I'm back on they a**
Back in that b*t*h and with thirty day tags
Baby done went and got another one (Yeah)
She want a trick or a treat (A treat)
Told her, "It ain't Halloween" (Uh-huh)
She should have the Pro Tools on when I beat
I be f**king her showing my bae how to sing
Come on baby, rock on my mic (Uh-huh)
My hoes get to hitting, I ain't stopping no fight (Uh-huh)
Come on with the ticket, I ain't stopping no lights (Uh-huh)
Speed through that b*t*h like I'm Turbo
I gotta brand new glick, we gon' see if it work though
She like to come give me head on lunch breaks
Sent the text, "Where you at?" Come get ate"
Texted her back, dropped a pin, "Meet me here, parking deck on the third floor," Turbo
I gotta need for speed, faster than a muhf**kin' furious (Yeah, b*t*h)
Tryna see what's up with me, come die in this b*t*h being curious
I pulled up in a wild body Benz, came out hopped in a Urus (Go)
Paparazzi don't know what car and I'm in and these hoes wan't something so I'm serious (N***a)
She say she like me (She)
Plain Jane, AP (AP)
Got the Bentley, 'Rari (Braah)
She just want a Birkin (Wooh, wooh, wooh)
I can't buy her a Birkin
I ain't bought my mom a Birkin (Yeah)
Always when I'm working
That money I be splurging like Turbo (Uh-huh, yeah, turn me up)
Uh, go, f**king that ho on campus (Uh-huh)
Hitting her in between cla**es (Uh-huh)
Nutting all over her gla**es (Uh-huh, like Turbo, Turbo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go (Uh-huh)
Catch me zipping my car through traffic (Uh-huh)
Young n***a got him a Hellcat but the Lambo' go way faster, I go turbo

(Boow!)
(Yeah)