2kTurban Profit$ by The JLo Experience Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Franswa]
Check it out Bourbon Street
I'm trying to keep it real
Putting on my yamakah
So listen to my speel
Nah I ain't Jewish
I'm spitting this new 'ish
I'm rhyming like I'm Doctor Seuss
Red and the Blue Fish
Yup I is hood
Morning like wood
Trying so hard
Little engine that could
I'm riding through the city in my CRX
And I am passing off the mic to the dude that's next
Bitch!
[Verse 2 - JLo]
CC2k15 yeah we out here bitch
We're looking for you now
You better not snitch
Shoutout to Bourbon Street
AKA, Turban Street
We out here man, stealing hoes
Why we do it? No one knows
All day, all night
Too lit, highest height
Check that bank account bitch
Because we balling out
Call us Jebron Lames
Because all we spit is flames
Something something something I forgot that
Wait I just remember that I kill this shit
While I wear bucket hats
Snorting those white lines
Call me Amanda Bynes
I touch down on you pussies call me Emmitt Smith
That's my end now yeah I'm out, yeah
Bitch!
[Verse 3 - Vanilla Wafer]
Chilling in my turban
And I'm sipping on my bourbon
Yo my speech is steady slurring
I keep driving I keep skirting
Division keeps on blurring
And these bitches keep on yearning
But that shit I'm not concerning
Only tracks that I be burning
Squad
RIP to the haters that vanilla keeps wasting
Got triangle tats on my ribs like Free Mason
Yeah, I'm talking Illuminati
Sipping bourbon in the lobby
And I keep an eye out for a bitty with a body
(Beat change)
Spitting rhymes
Spitting game
All these haters put to shame
They say that Wafer brings the pain
They right, ain't shit changed
My road rage is insane
I roast you like propane
I kicks it like Luke King
Ride shotgun, Kurt Cobain
Every single time that I try to fly
I get to the top but my fall is pride
I can soar on wings but I'd rather glide
Yeah I made mistakes, chicken fried
You know that pops be cashing out
You can hear us clear, because the message loud
But there will come a time when you have a doubt
And the music in your ear will start fading out
[Verse 4 - JLo]
(Bring the beat back)
I'll be here man you just wait on this
Listen to me now while I take a piss
Mic drop in this bitch
Don't like? You take a hitch
Hike up that hill
While you're at it, pay my bills
Especially on my 'Rari because you know I'm a baller
Sipping on dirty sprite, call me Jody Highroller
Hanging with the boys
We call ourselves Profit$
Dropping doodoo on dudes
Shit, shit, shit, shit!
Check it out Bourbon Street
I'm trying to keep it real
Putting on my yamakah
So listen to my speel
Nah I ain't Jewish
I'm spitting this new 'ish
I'm rhyming like I'm Doctor Seuss
Red and the Blue Fish
Yup I is hood
Morning like wood
Trying so hard
Little engine that could
I'm riding through the city in my CRX
And I am passing off the mic to the dude that's next
Bitch!
[Verse 2 - JLo]
CC2k15 yeah we out here bitch
We're looking for you now
You better not snitch
Shoutout to Bourbon Street
AKA, Turban Street
We out here man, stealing hoes
Why we do it? No one knows
All day, all night
Too lit, highest height
Check that bank account bitch
Because we balling out
Call us Jebron Lames
Because all we spit is flames
Something something something I forgot that
Wait I just remember that I kill this shit
While I wear bucket hats
Snorting those white lines
Call me Amanda Bynes
I touch down on you pussies call me Emmitt Smith
That's my end now yeah I'm out, yeah
Bitch!
[Verse 3 - Vanilla Wafer]
Chilling in my turban
And I'm sipping on my bourbon
Yo my speech is steady slurring
I keep driving I keep skirting
Division keeps on blurring
And these bitches keep on yearning
But that shit I'm not concerning
Only tracks that I be burning
Squad
RIP to the haters that vanilla keeps wasting
Got triangle tats on my ribs like Free Mason
Yeah, I'm talking Illuminati
Sipping bourbon in the lobby
And I keep an eye out for a bitty with a body
(Beat change)
Spitting rhymes
Spitting game
All these haters put to shame
They say that Wafer brings the pain
They right, ain't shit changed
My road rage is insane
I roast you like propane
I kicks it like Luke King
Ride shotgun, Kurt Cobain
Every single time that I try to fly
I get to the top but my fall is pride
I can soar on wings but I'd rather glide
Yeah I made mistakes, chicken fried
You know that pops be cashing out
You can hear us clear, because the message loud
But there will come a time when you have a doubt
And the music in your ear will start fading out
[Verse 4 - JLo]
(Bring the beat back)
I'll be here man you just wait on this
Listen to me now while I take a piss
Mic drop in this bitch
Don't like? You take a hitch
Hike up that hill
While you're at it, pay my bills
Especially on my 'Rari because you know I'm a baller
Sipping on dirty sprite, call me Jody Highroller
Hanging with the boys
We call ourselves Profit$
Dropping doodoo on dudes
Shit, shit, shit, shit!