Turkish

Woop, woop
Doctor Turbo
Woop

I pull up, jump out, choke you out, hit the death roll (uh)
Then slide off like Bo Jackson in Tecmo Bowl (uh)
El Cocodrillo collecting all souls (uh)
You can catch me in Tibet
But if you try me I'ma put that ass to bed (bed)
From this top floor view (uh-huh), I could see the whole strip (uh)
Jump out the window like I got wings on
Your physical features will turn into chopped cheese, dawgs
And I flee off in drop Z4's
With skis where the wheels supposed to be (uh-huh)
End your evening with a real ferocious knee (uh)
Have you holding something frozen on your cheek (uh)
Swinging double hundred pound clubs from Persia like the Sheikh
I love the taste of raw meat (uh-huh)
I rock the long white robe, Allah fashion
Off the roof with the scope (uh-huh)
Calm, I took Lamaze classes (uh)
Ask your moms, your boy's been gone (uh-huh)
When you was rockin' Sean John (uh-huh)
I steer the Caddy Like I got one arm
Smoke drugs like I got four lungs (uh)
Knock the horse out you rode in on
Hit him twice 'cause he had a chin on him (uh)
I caught the ball then I hit the spin on 'em (ah)
I need the money on the table by this morning (ah)

Uh-huh, you heard me?
I need the money on the table by this morning
These motherfuckers, man
Motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker
Just have my money on the table by this morning

Man, we will shoot the bigger steel (uh)
And you can guaran-damn motherfuckin'-tee we don't need the J Balvin meal
I'm at the table where that ball spins around the wheel (uh)
All kinds of nozzles and gauges, fuck

I never ask a chick for her number, I only give her mine
Fuck it if they hit me, they hit me 'cause either way I'm fine
I park the new 850 next to the old one
And gently place the two-tone Rollie next to the gold one
We got options over here, baby boy
Chop the yay and employ
Catch a flight to sip the wine we enjoy
I try to tell you that we different, I mean different, different
Achievin' accurately everything you niggas didn't
At this point been gettin' money longer than I haven't
Every fabric placed on my flesh could win a pageant
I'm talkin' beauty, I'm talkin' Gucci, I'm talkin' Louis
If you try to say I ain't fly, then son, you never knew me
Historically rockin' resurrected oddities
Niggas owe us reparations, fuck apologies
Doin' pullups wrapped in my jewels is like a weight vest
Anchor swingin' off a ape chest
Lauren Dez

Motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker
Just have the money on the table by the morning
Hear me? Uh-huh
Just have the money on the table by the morning

You know that daddy's home
Yeah, I rose from out the grave like the altered beast fresh out the catacombs
I got the 99 overall in Madden, bruh
I have your bitch tossin' salad (uh-huh)
Uh, uh