Turn Bass On

Turn bass on Sing in tone Bitches call Forgot my phone Another banger coming, son Put that shit as your ringtone Turn bass on Sing in tone Bitches call Forgot my phone Another banger coming, son Put that shit as your ringtone The talent of making the sound Came up to me All of the sudden But I couldn't start all it Now I've got time And I've got my head loud So can you imagine The heat that is coming So much in my head I can't hold it all I'm full of ideas My budget is small But I'm not complaining Still writing a song That I will record In the studio walls Turn bass on Sing in tone Bitches call Forgot my phone Another banger coming, son Put that shit as your ringtone Every door is open for me every night and day (Uh) Every bitch that call me in the mornings moan my name (Uh) Every dollar spent on bitches - money thrown away (Uh) Every single second I get closer to the fame Making bangers in my profession Ain't got a license - got education PhD in bangermaking "I've never heard of no bangermaking" You're ignorant, I can't help it I'm the only person who can help me What pays off in the end is the effort I met the game, it got pregnant Turn bass on Sing in tone Bitches call Forgot my phone Another banger coming, son Put that shit as your ringtone Turn bass on Sing in tone Bitches call Forgot my phone Another banger coming, son Put that shit as your ringtone Turn bass on Sing in tone Bitches call Forgot my phone Another banger coming, son Put that shit as your ringtone Every door is open for me every night and day (Uh) Every bitch that call me in the mornings moan my name (Uh) Every dollar spent on bitches - money thrown away (Uh) Every single second I get closer to the fame