Tables Turnin' Songtext
von Yung Chowder

West Coast, baby, but I′m all around the map now
Fuck we heard? (Let's go!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (What?)

West Coast, baby, but I′m all around the map now (Wow)
Six-figure plays, but really I'm a college dropout (I had to drop out)
Made my mama proud when she seen all my fans cash out
Trap house booming, all the fiends tryna shop now (Fiends)
Long nights, I been working overtime, no handouts (What?)
Too much on my mind, she give me head so I don't stress out
Don′t compare me to nobody, I′m the only one that stands out
My brother right beside me, he gon' make sure I don′t crash out

Money, power, and respect, you gotta earn it
Signing all these checks and I can't even write in cursive
My whole life, feels like I always knew my purpose
I got a FN on my lap in case you make me nervous (Make me nervous)
Yeah, pussy, why you mad at me? (Why you mad, ho?)
′Cause I be who you tryna be
It get spooky in my section, but it ain't Halloween
Yeah, I woke up made a play, now I′m dripped in Gallerian


Money, power, and respect, you gotta earn it
Seven days a week, I be working (I be working)
Almost crashed out, but I finally
Found my purpose (I found my purpose)
They doubted me, now the tables turning (What? What?)
They doubted me, now the tables turning (What? What?)
They doubted me, now the tables turning
Almost crashed out, but I finally
Found my purpose (I found my purpose)
They doubted me, now the tables turning

Good dick, I know your baby mama miss it
I like what I like, can't nobody tell me different
I got too many hoes, it's so hard to tell the difference

I got too much to lose, so I gotta stay consistent (Stay consistent)
I was just a kid with grandma cooking in the kitchen (In the kitchen)
Making money off of clothes, hiring assistants (What?)
You could probably learn some game, better sit down and listen
I ain′t fucking with no lames, just know I
Gotta keep my distance (Gotta keep my distance)
Feels like I hit the lottery (Like I hit the lottery)
They wasn′t there when I was stuck in
Poverty (I was stuck in poverty, what?)
Now my mama proud of me

Do it for my pops since forever, R.I.P. (Forever, R.I.P.)
I just had to double up my profit

Had to level up off some boss shit

Fast money got me acting toxic
Shit ain't sweet ′cause this world leave you heartless


Money, power, and respect, you gotta earn it
Seven days a week, I be working (I be working)
Almost crashed out, but I finally
Found my purpose (I found my purpose)
They doubted me, now the tables turning (What? What?)
They doubted me, now the tables turning (What? What?)
They doubted me, now the tables turning
Almost crashed out, but I finally
Found my purpose (I found my purpose)
They doubted me, now the tables turning