Turbo Gold

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Lamborghini, fuck a Hellcat Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Thirty million records, how the fuck you sell that? Thirty million records, how the fuck you sell that? Hahaha What up? Me and Verse Simmonds, straight like that What up, Agent? [Verse 1] Lamborghini, fuck a Hellcat (Ooh) They hatin', I can tell that Thirty million records, how the fuck you sell that? Thirty million records, how the fuck you sell that? (Ooh) Facts That's what I do (Yeah) Put you in that new villa with the sky view (Oh my God) Uh, kickin' shit like Ryu She whispered in my ear, "Simmonds, I wanna ride you" (Ayy, ayy) [Verse 2] Pop them rubber bands, yeah, I think I'm the man, yeah She said she a fan, yeah, she wanna roll with the gang, yeah Got that, uh, juice, like 2Pac, I'ma shoot Stayin' alive like Q, drop a nigga off the roof Gucci bandana on, fly like Santana own Fuck her in a rental, uh, don't get sentimental, uh Got the sauce and the recipe (Yeah, yeah) Takin' off, still never let a nigga disrespect me, no Fake niggas be some clowns King codes, they can't copy what I'm on I was off for a second, now I'm on Makin' magic, I ain't even got a wand (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Spend it, uh, I can get the cash real fast (Fast, fast) Yeah, made your ex-nigga real mad (Mad, mad) Yeah, everything I touch is goin' gold (Gold, gold) Yeah, Patek water, neck on froze (Brr) Yeah, I can get the cash real fast (Real fast) Yeah, made your ex-nigga real mad (Real mad) Yeah, everything I touch is goin' gold (Yeah, gold) Yeah, Patek water, neck on froze (Brr) [Verse 3] Patek water, neck on froze, yeah, I see it Niggas hatin' on me 'cause they see I got the pivot Jumpin', 23, jumpin', 23 (23) I'm like Swae Lee, I'm like Swae Lee Bitch, you gotta call, you gotta pay me Rockin' different flows, I'm on my eighth feat Yeah, everybody know I'm with the A-league Yeah, gettin' paper, oh, yeah, gettin' this paper, oh I feel bad, lil' baby, I feel poor Hit the gas, man, I gotta get the dough And they like away her pics, go and post, uh Take a picture, lil' baby, go and post IG, I'm on IG Yeah, wanna follow me, wanna follow me Yeah, I got the sauce, I got the drip, uh (Got the drip) Just sipped the eight, tell me play the hip, uh (Play the hip) [Chorus] Uh, I can get the cash real fast (Uh, uh) Yeah, made your ex-nigga real mad (Mad, mad) Yeah, everything I touch is goin' gold (Gold, gold) Yeah, Patek water, neck on froze