9 ContributorsTurnin’ Me On (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: T-Pain & Polow Da Don]

Please don't turn me on

Get money

Damn, hey, that's how we do it (Remix)

You know what it is, baby

T-Pain, Nappy Boy, yeah

Turnin' you on (Polow Da Don)

Turnin' you on (Keri Hilson)

Turnin' you on (March 24th album coming soon)

Listen

[Verse 1: T-Pain]

I know I'm turning you on

Chocolate skin popping, I'm so hated on

And I won't let a bitch stop me

My Chevrolet never hesitate to cause a ruckus

Because I got that bass in that motherfucker

I got big shit poppin, look how my truck ride

The Louis V belt with the Louis jump drive

The Louis V shoes and the scarf with it

And the Oakley shades go so hard with it, ayy

I know I'm turning you on

Nappy Boy, digital, got you burning my songs on

'Cause I'm dressed to impress, the best dressed of the night

Nappy time the next slick niggas got me fresh, looking right

Take a step to me, right and I get my swagger up

Now I'm Mick Jagger, slash chainsaw massacre

'Cause I'm on this road like a rolling stone

And I kill every show til they know that I'm gone

I got my chain, watch, bracelet, grill

Top hat leaning let you know that I'm real (You know I'm real, shawty)

Ain't no telling why I take motherfuckers

Make the whole crowd say (Wait a minute)

Motherfucker, you turning me off

[Chorus: Keri Hilson]

You ever try to get that close to me

You better come correct how you 'proaching e

Dime divas, give it to me

Ah, ah, ah, ah

You ever try to get that close to me

You better come correct how you 'proaching me

Dime divas, give it to me

[Bridge: Keri Hilson]

I shot the sheriff

But wait till I shoot these bitches, down, down

Shoot these bitches, down, down

Miss Keri, baby

[Verse 2: Keri Hilson]

I ain't trying to start some mess

There's just something on my chest that I need to get off

'Cause you turning me off

Your vision cloudy if you think that you're the best

You can dance, she can sing

But she need to move it to the left, left

She need to go have some babies

She needs to sit down, she fake

Them other chicks ain't even worth my time to talk about

Been had dollars, boy, go on get your money up

Know you're ain't the only homie on melined up

I ain't turning it off, I'm stay turning it on

Go 'head and tell these folks how long I've been writing your songs

I've been putting you on, just check the credits, hoe

And if you want me you can find me in Decatur, hoe

'Cause you're turning me off

[Chorus: Keri Hilson]

You ever try to get that close to me

You better come correct how you 'proaching me

Dime divas, give it to me

Ah, ah, ah, ah

You ever try to get that close to me

You better come correct how you 'proaching me

Dime divas, give it to me

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

I'm high as hell, swagger right, float like after life

I got a gorilla appetite, I make you wife my snack at night

Why you still white like aphrodite, that lambo blue, that lambo nice

That lambo bad, that lambo bright

And the cops can kiss my lambo lights, I'm gone

I know, I turn you on

She fell in love with an alien

Now give me my space 'cause that's my home

My now sit on my face like it's your thong

I'm nasty, yeah, I know

I'm nasty like no other, make her say, "You can get it, motherfucker"

I burn you all like a candle

Fire flow, better not wear sandles

Hey, Keri, I'm a bedroom vandel

Run up in your room and make you drop that flannel

I'm just playing, boo, I hope I didn't offend you

But turn you up and on is what a man do

And I'm the man, it ain't no secret, baby

And, this is the remix, baby

[Chorus: Keri Hilson]

You ever try to get that close to me

You better come correct how you 'proaching me

Dime divas, give it to me

Ah, ah, ah, ah

You ever try to get that close to me

You better come correct how you 'proaching me

Dime divas, give it to me