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[Intro]
Turn me up

[Chorus]
A-A-Asked bro if it's hot in the ends, he said "Yes, of course"
They tryna block my blessings, that's why I be praisin' the Lord
These girls only see perfection, I need someone who sees my flaws
I ain't worried 'bout gettin' her pregnant, 'cause I never be hittin' it raw
I'm not poppin' this shit for sport, it's MOB 'til I rest, a corpse
Back on my funds, was insufficient, but I won't stop 'til I'm up in Forbes
It's been a year since I made me a wop, but my phone's still ringin' with calls
It's been a year since I hit that, but she still goin' through withdrawals

[Verse 1]
Testin', testin' (Testin', testin')
When it comе to a nigga like me, gotta count your blessings
Last ting that got lockеd up, she wanna pop off in my mentions
She want me to pay her bills and buy new heels, but my name not Dustin
It's Jacuzzi
Yeah, question, question (Question)
Why every time we spend time this shit is expensive?
I don't drive no Beamer, that's for the bitches, I'm in the Benzs
Every time that we fuck, I make her cum, come to her senses
It's senseless
Ayy, I done had Nessa, I done had Courtney, Gigi too
Uh, all of them precious, all of them special, freaky too
Uh, I'm in the five percent, there ain't no peekin' through
Uh, I ain't no sneaky link, 'cause I ain't a sneaky dude (Jacuzzi)

[Chorus]
A-A-Asked bro if it's hot in the ends, he said "Yes, of course"
They tryna block my blessings, that's why I be praisin' the Lord
These girls only see perfection, I need someone who sees my flaws
I ain't worried 'bout gettin' her pregnant, 'cause I never be hittin' it raw
I'm not poppin' this shit for sport, it's MOB 'til I rest, a corpse
Back on my funds, was insufficient, but I won't stop 'til I'm up in Forbes
It's been a year since I made me a wop, but my phone's still ringin' with calls
It's been a year since I hit that

[Verse 2]
Ayy, niggas ain't keepin' up with me, so we left 'em
I still got a ting I hit from time that stay up in Pelham
I just say the word, then all my dawgs them a go fetch 'em
Pullin' up in the all white whip and bend that block like Beckham
My chain light up the street, pressure, hit up the beach, Cuzzi stay off the leash
Shame these niggas, they checks get bigger then chest wan' big up to me
Your man 6'2, and yeah, that's cool, but he's not bigger to me
I don't do Twitter, 'cause that's for niggas who all wan' kick up and pree
I love my girls like Riri, can't play with 'em 'cause they too savage
Baby, you still need healin', yeah, you bad, but you come with baggage
How you gon' fuck with a nigga like me? You settled for less than average
Twosome, threesome, foursome, it's nothin' that I can't manage

[Chorus]
A-A-Asked bro if it's hot in the ends, he said "Yes, of course"
They tryna block my blessings, that's why I be praisin' the Lord
These girls only see perfection, I need someone who sees my flaws
I ain't worried 'bout gettin' her pregnant, 'cause I never be hittin' it raw
I'm not poppin' this shit for sport, it's MOB 'til I rest, a corpse
Back on my funds, was insufficient, but I won't stop 'til I'm up in Forbes
It's been a year since I made me a wop, but my phone's still ringin' with calls
It's been a year since I hit that, and she still goin' through withdrawals