People think I'm crazy but I love you cause you crazy too Radio Killa Red light special, undress me under the candle light Turnt up in this business Watch me do all of them things you like I'm ready to go, ready to blow, like Grammy night In the back of that limousine Billy Bob and Angelina All you gotta do is the say the word And I'll be right there on ya All you gotta do is the say the word And I'll be right there for ya Do this while I do that, we like good judda Come baby, be you, get on it while I see you Turnt up, all the way to the ceiling Burnt up, till you ain't got no feeling On my phone, like Siri Talkin' bout you gon' kill it Beat it up, until I black out Cash up, boy I need that Sexy ratchet, sophisticated ratchet That black leather with the Sun outside in the summer time, ratchet She need that cocky ratchet Ready to cock back, ratchet That drop top, in December, on mid-winter, ratchet Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh Loving everything you do, baby I'm in love with you Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh People think I'm crazy but I love you cause you crazy too You're my black light special She hotter than a flame tonight Burnt up in this and watch you do all the things I like Say you the reason why all of these rap niggas start singing She say you the reason why all of these cute girls got baby All you gotta do is say what's happening And I'll be right there baby All you gotta do is say what's popping And I'll be right there shorty On the phone, like Siri I told you I was gon' kill it Got my chains all on that jelly Where Michelle at? Where Kelly? I need that Sexy ratchet, sophisticated ratchet That black leather with the Sun outside in the summer time, ratchet She need that cocky ratchet Ready to cock back, ratchet That drop top, in December, on mid-winter, ratchet Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh Loving everything you do, baby, I'm in love with you Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh People think I'm crazy but I love you cause you crazy too I got a picnic table, my automo Pull up, blow the horn, girl we gotta go You come out lookin' like a pot of gold Now they tryna cramp our style, Charlie Horse I'm like: What yo name? What yo phone number? I kill that thang, whoa, manslaughter You so sexy man, I ain't flexin' Shawty, I'll drink your bathwater Ferrogamo's on my loafers Got my loafers on the sofa And I'm drinking out a bottle, man, I'm gonna need a bib Looking like a kid, tell you what it is Tell you where to go, man, I'll tell you what I did Yeah, kickin' it, you getting kicked out (ouch) I don't bring sand in my beach house (true) And your body must be anticipating, cause it already done licked out I need that Sexy ratchet, sophisticated ratchet That black leather with the Sun outside in the summer time, ratchet I need that cocky ratchet Ready to cock back, ratchet That drop top, in December, on mid-winter, ratchet Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh Loving everything you do, baby, I'm in love with you Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, woh People think I'm crazy but I love you cause you crazy too