Glo Gang tatted on my hand
She think Im the man, Im just stickin to my plan
Whats up BOY FROOT? What the fuck it do?
If she fuckin me, you could bet she fuckin you too
Bitch Im off a pill, nah, I dont wanna chill
Turnin up the music while Im smokin out the whip
Tell me if you feel me, I dont need a deal
I got matte black nails, I got lots of sex appeal
Pothead bitch, yeah I smoke it by the zip
7 gram blunts, leave a gram in the clip
I dont give a shit, money aint a thing
Moneys what I make, hit the club, make it rain
Brick Squad chain, free Gucci Mane
Sniffin cocaine, pains in my brain
Money migraine, fuck the rap game
Ima make my own lane, make my own name
Bitch, Im turnin up, bitch, Im turnin up
In the back of the club, bitch Im turnin up
Bitch, you know Im turnin up, bitch, Im turnin up
In the back of the club, bitch Im turnin up
Bitch, you know Im turnin up
Angels in the sky 
Watch them fly right by 
Its a waste of time 
To worry when youre going to die
Gucci on my team 
Goth girl of my dreams 
Shes wearin Tommy jeans 
Shes always all on me 
Bitch, Im in my zone 
Please dont chirp my phone 
Ill take this shawty home 
But only when the partys gone
Cause right now Im turnin up, bitch, Im turnin up
In the back of the club, back of the club
Cause right now Im turnin up, bitch, Im turnin up
In the back of the club, back of the club
Cause right now Im turnin up, bitch, Im turnin up
In the back of the club, back of the club
Cause right now Im turnin up, bitch, Im turnin up
In the back of the club, back of the club
Cause right now Im turnin up
Bitch Im turnin up
Im in the back of the club
I said, bitch Im turnin up
Back of the club
I said, bitch Im turnin up
Im in the back of the club