She say she like me
Plain Jane, AP
Got the Bentley, 'Rari
She just want a Birkin
I can't buy her a Birkin
I ain't bought my mama a Birkin
Always when I'm workin'
That money I be splurgin' like Turbo

Uh, go, fuckin' that ho on campus
Hittin' her in between classes
Nuttin' all over her glasses (like Turbo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (go)
Catch me zippin' my car through traffic
Young nigga got him a Hellcat, but the Lambo go way faster (I go Turbo)

She want Celine spring
I want some lean, yeah
I love Forgiato, must turn off the scene, yeah
Cognac gone like Turbo (skrrt)
Draco under my peacoat
Money comin' in real fast like Sonic
Startin' to think my new bitch robotic
Swing the stick out the car when the opp get started
Bringin' up money, you know I got it
I want her with a whole lotta body
Baby its skippin' watch we ship it, yeah
Runnin' off stage, I dive (dive)
Sittin' on the mountain top
Hopin' that I do not die
Whatever I wear, I'm way too fly
Told her chill out with that cappin'
A pint of that matrix I'm packin' it, yeah
Even with these foreign girls, you know that I'm smashin' 'em
Propane tank of gas on C, girl
Come with the bullshit you know I'm with though
Fuckin' on shorty to the mornin' time
Hittin' real fast, she call me Turbo

She say she like me
Plain Jane, AP
Got the Bentley, 'Rari
She just want a Birkin
I can't buy her a Birkin
I ain't bought my mama a Birkin
Always when I'm workin'
That money I be splurgin' like Turbo

Uh, go, fuckin' that ho on campus, uh
Hittin' her in between classes, uh
Nuttin' all over her glasses (like Turbo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (go)
Catch me zippin' my car through traffic, uh
Young nigga got him a Hellcat, but the Lambo go way faster (I go Turbo)

You know the Lambo go fast
They want me to slow down but I'm back on they ass
Back in that bitch and with thirty, they tax
Baby done went and got another one (yeah)
She want a trick or a treat (a treat)
Told her it ain't Halloween
She should have the Pro Tools on when I beat
I be fuckin' her showin' my bae how to sing, yeah
Come on, baby, rock on my mic
My hoes get to hittin', I ain't stoppin' no fight
Come up with the ticket, I ain't stoppin' no lights
Speed through that bitch like I'm Turbo
I gotta brand new glick, we gone see if it work though
She like to come give me head on lunch breaks
Sent the text, "Where you at? Come get ate"
Texted her back, dropped a pin
"Meet me here, parkin' deck on the third floor, Turbo"
I gotta need for the speed
Faster than mothafuckin' furious (yeah, bitch)
Tryna see what's up with me, come die in this bitch, bein' curious
I pulled up in a wild body Benz, came out hopped in a Urus (yeah)
Paparazzi don't know what car I'm in
And these hoes on me somethin' serious

She say she like me (she)
Plain Jane, AP
Got the Bentley, 'Rari
She just want a Birkin
I can't buy her a Birkin
I ain't bought my mama a Birkin
Always when I'm workin'
That money I be splurgin' like Turbo

Uh, go, fuckin' that ho on campus
Hittin' her in between classes
Nuttin' all over her glasses (like Turbo)
Yeah, yeah (go)
Catch me zippin' my car through traffic
Young nigga got him a Hellcat, but the Lambo go way faster (I go Turbo)

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Kentrell DeSean Gaulden