Turn It Up Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up 

Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up 

Now I see why they hating 

My diamonds Harlem's shaking 

All the bad bitches I'm taking 

If they hot, then I'm blazing 

My nickname should be Benjamin, cause I stay with them Franklin's 

These niggas saying they balling, but look like they need a donation 

They see me spend what they making 

One night, they whole life savings 

It's like every every day is a party, my life's a fucking vacation 

And I don't know my neighbors 

Cause my property is on acres 

My safe look like Vegas 

My blunts look like Jamaicans 

Got my eyes looking like Asian's 

Look in my pots, Caucasian 

Look under it and it's flaming 

Y'all niggas know what I'm baking 

Bitch I be so far gone, On Star can't find my location 

Go ahead try to pull my card nigga, all I'm holding is aces 

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Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up 

Big face Rollie's all across the board 

Call a fucking doctor, boy we acting dumb 

Foreign whip, half a ticket, now it's lit 

Big racks in my pocket, shawty on that molly 

Tell that bitch we rolling, it is my party 

It's my party, I get fly if I want to 

It's my party, bitch I do what I want to 

Aye yo I'm big whippin' foreign 

Sick zips, no hearing 

Louie badge, no cuffs 

Statue lit, bitch I'm chilling 

He rush when I'm in the building 

I'm crushing what I am wearing 

They fussing like I am caring 

I'm busting like a McLaren 

They say I'm the life of the party 

I came to pick out a target 

This shit here, I'm on the hold list 

Phone list, shamballa 

I get her going, she won't wanna leave 

By midnight, I'm on number three 

They all know they ain't number one 

By ten, by twenty, they come to me 

Bring the lay's, no limit 

Money drop from the ceiling 

I'm all the players in spirit 

She voluneteered, no stealing 

Hoes down, G's up 

I'm foreign V-keyed up 

I'm drunk on grape, we stuck 

I'm dumb good, don't need luck 

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Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up 

Big face Rollie's all across the board 

Call a fucking doctor, boy we acting dumb 

Foreign whip, half a ticket, now it's lit 

Big racks in my pocket, shawty on that molly 

Tell that bitch we rolling, it is my party 

It's my party, I get fly if I want to 

It's my party, bitch I do what I want to