Turn me up Lyrics – Playboi Carti

Read the full Turn me up lyrics by Playboi Carti along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Playboi Carti’s music, you can also explore PARTY and Ya Hoe Goin’, two other songs by Playboi Carti.

[Chorus]
Uh, Yeah
Hop in the booth, I told ’em to turn me up
Hop in the booth, I told ’em to turn me up

[Verse]
All my n!ggas in here, bout to eat up
Hop in the booth, I told ’em to turn me up
Damn, I don’t give a fu*k
Fu*king on that b!tch, had to give her up
Counting money up, we had to count it all
Rob a money truck, we don’t give a fu*k
I’m a rockstar, I’m a rockstar
Sipping on the wok, like a pop star
I’m a rockstar, I’m a rockstar
Rocking out, rocking out, got no fu*k to talk
Rocking out, like I got a fu*k to talk
Fu*king on your b!tch, fu*king on your bro

[Chorus]
Hold up, shut the fu*k up, got cash
Look at that, ayy, all my matches mad
Finna head to pad, smoking on the gas
Smoking on the gas, diamonds on my ice
That s*it look like glass, ho, what?
Oh, I counted bad, Addy, Addy, maybe they know I got it bad
Fukumean with my b!tch, now she looking sad
Boyfriends on the mad, cause her ex got cat
What? Damn, huh, damn
Balling like special, huh, damn, damn, damn
Oh, I’m going up, cartier going head
Oh, I got a band, oj, what me mad?
Pulling on my pad, money got me sad
My n!ggas shining high, brand new bag
N!gga on the town, all the bag
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2]
Rocking out, rocking out, rocking out, oh, rocking out
Oh, rocking out, ah
Rocking out, rocking out, show ’em what you buy
Show ’em what the bank look, show ’em what the bank look like, s*it
Show ’em what the bank look like, s*it
Show ’em what the bank look like
Show ’em, show ’em what the bank look like
Show ’em what the bank look
Oh, show ’em what the bank look like
Show ’em what the bank look like

[Chorus]
Oh, dumb, dumb, dumb through the check
Dumb, dumb, dumb through the check
Dumb, dumb, dumb through the check
Dumb, dumb, dumb through the check

[Verse 3]
Dumb through the check, dumb, in her presence, but that b!tch show no respect
Till she give me neck, at the L.E.S
Yeah, I ready it, tagged it on my neck
Hold up, what we talking ’bout?
If it ain’t about that cash, then we ain’t talking ’bout
N!gga know they mad, ’cause I got all the bag
And I be up and litty, I be up and set

[Outro]
Call my n!gga Stay, tell ’em bring the pet
What up, hold up