[Verse 1] This shawty is killing me, for real She knows the rules in this game, it's ideal Moving her body to this heavy beat Her look is so hungry, she’s bringing the heat
[Pre-Chorus] She’s turning it up Full power, full power One more step And the room gets louder
[Chorus] She’s turning it up, full power Full power, full power She’s turning it up, full power I can’t look away from her
[Verse 2] Gold hoops flashing when she cross the floor Everybody freeze when she wants some more She got that grin like she knows the score Then she pull me in and I’m back at war
[Pre-Chorus] She’s turning it up Full power, full power One more touch And the night gets louder
[Chorus] She’s turning it up, full power Full power, full power She’s turning it up, full power I can’t look away from her
[Bridge] Slow it down, then snap back fast She make that second feel like it lasts One hand high, one hand on mine Then she flash that spark and steal my mind
[Chorus] She’s turning it up, full power Full power, full power She’s turning it up, full power I can’t look away from her
Estilo de música
Afrobeats with dembow-locked percussion, elastic sub-bass, and syncopated hand drums; verse stays lean with marimba plucks and muted kick, pre-chorus strips to claps and bass pulses, chorus opens with stacked chants and a brass stab on the hook word. Lead vocal is close-mic and playful with doubled hooks, ad-lib pings at phrase ends, and short delay throws. Ear candy: reversed cymbal lifts, bottle-pop percussion, and a synth glide into the final chorus. Bright, punchy, and sweaty-clean mix.