Lyrics
[Verse 1]
What really turns you on?
What really turns you on?
What really turns you on?
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I wanna know what really turns you on
Yeah, when they play this record, they gon' say this is they song
Like what is goin' on? They don't know about me and you
But they don't have to know about those little things we do
While we ridin' I'm like Skola Skola Skola Skola Skola (What it is?)
Hey, Daddy, can you roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up?
(Shit, I'm on deck)
[Verse 3]
Girl, say my name again, I'm lovin' what you got on
Bond Number nine, three hundred for my cologne
Say she wit' her friend, girl, I don't care, come on
Meet me at the bar, takin' shots ain't talkin' Patron
1942, then you know that we gon' do
I'm gon' fuck her and her friend, then give both of 'em a pair a shoes
Wasn't there for you to lose, I got them bands, I make 'em choose
Got 'em dunked off in the county, hittin' plays and totin' tools
She say, "Thought you was off the streets" (Shut up)
"Why so many flip phones?" Shut up, roll a V
I smoke it till that shit gone, don't rub all on me
You know that make me horny
She love fuckin' with the shiners, said them other **** corny
[Verse 4]
Yeah, I wanna know what really turns you on
Yeah, when they play this record, they gon' say this is they song
Like what is goin' on? They don't know about me and you
But they don't have to know about those little things we do
While we ridin' I'm like Skola Skola Skola Skola Skola
Hey Daddy, can you roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up?
(Drop your location, girl)
[Verse 5]
Just keep 'em out our business, that really turn me on
Don't tell none your friends 'bout what we go through when we home
Don't keep on textin' me and blowin' up the phone
You know I'm in the studio, I'll see you when I get home
Let me get this paper, man, I'll get back to you later
Don't you want be laced in diamonds?
Want me to say yeah to every favor?
Want me take on on some trips, but you alls Italian shit?
Watch me put my blood, sweat, and tears in, and still bitch
I ain't got time to hear it, you been on some weird shit
I'm not catchin' feelings, might miss out on the millions
I'm just tryna get it and stack it to the ceiling
Probably invest in property and reconsider buildin'
[Verse 6]
(Yeah), Yeah, I wanna know what really turns you on
Yeah, when they play this record, they gon' say this is they song
Like what is goin' on? They don't know about me and you
But they don't have to know about those little things we do
While we ridin' I'm like Skola Skola Skola Skola Skola
Hey Daddy, can you roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up?
