Turnt
Money Man"Turnt" is a song by Money Man, released in 2024 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:28 long and contains 99 lines and 679 words.
Lyrics
0:00Yellanotears notears
0:00Yeah Sauceman
0:05I put her diamonds because she the finest
0:07I put her in Rick and she holdin' my blicky
0:09AMG Wagon it sit like a Tonka
0:11Hang out the window I'm holdin' the chopper
0:13My jeans Dior with that Burberry boxers
0:14Spanish curator and her face is Korean
0:16Money increasin' it never completin'
0:18She was a hood b***h I showed her the ropes
0:20Put her Prada she used to be broke
0:22Trappin' or robbin' which one you gon' pick
0:24When you from where I from nigga good don't exist
0:26Townhouse two levels it got luxury amenities
0:28I buy that b***h with a made-up identity
0:30Shoppin' boutique on the daily splurgin'
0:31I f**k her good now her toes curlin'
0:33Japanese b***h finna walk on my back
0:35Did a show in the hood I was clutchin' my strap
0:37She not my type she not turnt up enough
0:39Expensive b***h pay two hundred for lunch
0:41Stack up them bricks and she rockin' like six
0:43She 'bout her business she stay on her s**t
0:44Walk in Chanel cop her two or three purses
0:47F**k it right now it's a hundred for verses
0:48Bottega trainers she run to that monyun
0:50On an opp day ride around with a hundred gun
0:52Racks in the pillow case I do not need a safe
0:54When you go strike make sure they do not see your face
0:56I blow that whistle if I feel offended
0:58He not really like that he just be pretendin'
0:59She not my type she not turnt up enough
1:01She not my type she not turnt up enough
1:03She 'bout her business so I had to cuff
1:05She from the hood but I put her in Prada
1:07She was a seven but now she a model
1:09Bottega trainers I got her in trainin'
1:11Run up that pape' got her countin' sellin' canes
1:13Runnin' my hood they be worship and praisin'
1:15She not my type she ain't turnt up enough
1:16She not my type she ain't turnt up enough
1:18Yeah we f**ked but I ain't like her that much
1:20That nigga trash y'all just hypin' him up
1:22Maybach truck outside I'm scoopin' her up
1:24Muscle car foreign car which should I whip
1:25Go go go go
1:26Get shot in your face you lil' niggas ain't slick
1:28Baow
1:28I raised this bank account b***h I'm the s**t
1:29Speak
1:30I'm way too big for a skeleton Carti'
1:31I talk too much s**t man I had to go 'Rari
1:33Loaf boy SG nigga can't guard me
1:35New strand ready and another finna harvest
1:37Just takin' off but the show been started
1:39Yeah
1:39Late that's the Wock' got me pullin' up tardy
1:41I s**tted on purpose better not say sorry
1:43The brand new foreign
1:44Loyalty I'm stayin' down with my niggas
1:45Loaf
1:46Spoil me that's what I hear from my b***hes
1:47Both
1:47The chop that I got it can't fit in my britches
1:49AR black and brown it's the Virgil edition
1:51This year almost spend 'bout a ticket on opps
1:53One
1:53I'm tired of sprain' these ho-a*s niggas
1:55The back of the Glock got a lil' bitty box
1:57You tap on the trigger it let off a fifty
1:59Hit it
1:59Grrt
1:59Hit it
1:59Grrt
2:00Hit it
2:00Grrt
2:00Hit it
2:00Grrt
2:00Who want the smoke
2:01I don't hear nothin' crickets
2:02Why niggas hate
2:03I don't know and don't get it
2:04I know what it is they see competition
2:06They know I'm threat
2:07Extra doin' too much
2:08These niggas actors but not like a movie 'cause they don't get paid
2:11Broke
2:11Not like a trick
2:12No
2:12I'm an investor
2:13Lift up your titties boy you out of state
2:15She not my type she ain't turnt up enough
2:16She not my type she ain't turnt up enough
2:18Yeah we f**ked but I ain't like her that much
2:20That nigga trash y'all just hypin' him up
2:22Maybach truck outside I'm scoopin' her up
2:24Muscle car foreign car which should I whip
2:26Get shot in your face you lil' niggas ain't slick
2:28I raised this bank account b***h I'm the s**t
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
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