More songs by Ty Dolla $ign
Description
It shines, it thunders, it spins - as if the night itself has decided to remind us who's in charge here. Your pulse quickens when the bass becomes louder than your thoughts. All words lose their meaning, but your body remembers every movement. Here, people aren't looking for meaning; they're looking for a rhythm that matches their heartbeat. Cocktails stick to your fingers, strangers' hands stick to your waist, and your head buzzes with pleasure and overload. In this universe, you can't be “too much”: too loud, too drunk, too yourself. Only “just right,” until the morning reminds you that the party is over.
Director - Joseph Derosier
Executive Producer - Jamie Dolan
Production Company - New York
Label: Atlantic Records
Vice President of Marketing: Tashana James
Senior Creative Director: Amber Adji
Director of Digital Broadcasting: Adam Kanwal
Director of Digital Broadcasting: Diego Martinez
Producer - Luigi Swaegel
Cinematographer - Kurt Collins
First Assistant - Jack Grove
Cinematographer - Jordan Brody Av-Tal
Key Grip - Wesley Aharoni
Auditor - Matthew Mancia Escobar
BTS: Collage Dropout
Editor: Baylor Kim
Colorist: Damian C. Mejia
Visual Effects: Raw Schnitt
Lyrics and translation
Original
(I-I-I)
Turnt, yeah, turnt, yeah (I-I-I), turnt, yeah
Turnt up, I'm way too geeked
Come get your girl off me, the drank been callin' me
Don't kill the, don't kill the, don't kill the party, please
I'm up, so pardon me, she swear she wet for me
When I push up, I part the sea (seas)
Callin' my bitches and get 'em undressed, I'm tryna see who pussy the best
I'm tryna see who love me the most (whoa), who gon' get wet when she give me the throat? (Whoa)
Fuck a good girl, I need me a ho, I know she in clubs, shе love the show
She wanna bе free, you cuffed the ho (whoa), she hate her nigga, she love the bros (whoa, huh, huh)
I know that talkin' is cheap (cheap), let's just get right to the beef (beef)
Niggas ain't watchin' they ho (ho), I put 'em right through the sheets
Know we outside, it ain't hard to see, just like graffiti, we right in the streets
Brand-new body, do you still got receipts? (Whoo, whoo)
Turnt up, I'm way too geeked
Come get your girl off me, the drank been callin' me
Don't kill the, don't kill the, don't kill the party, please
I'm up, so pardon me, she swear she wet for me (yeah)
When I push up, I part the sea (seas, Quavo)
Oh, she got an attitude with an ass on her, please pardon me (she bad)
Oh, she got some hips on her, when she walk past me, it's a sight to see (god-damn)
It's a lil' ecstasy, just pace yourself respectfully (G6)
She said, "It's the sex for me", Quavo got the bad bitch recipe (uh)
I'm finna make me a bitch (bitch), then I'ma make me a clone (clone)
She liked to get geeked with E.T. (get geeked), she ain't never makin' it home (she gone)
Lil' freak turned to a leech, I'm outside peelin' your bitch off me (pull it)
She stuck on that pint, she a fiend (fiend), I pulled out my mic, then she screamed (ah!)
She way too geeked
Come get your girl off me (come get her), the drank been callin' me
Don't kill the, don't kill the, don't kill the party, please (nah)
I'm up, so pardon me (go), she swear she wet for me
When I push up, I part the seas (yeah, ho)
Man, I'm geeked up, man, I'm geeked up
M-man, I'm geeked up, man, I'm geeked up
Man, I'm geeked up, m-man, I'm geeked up
M-man, I'm geeked up, man, I'm geeked up