Jeezy, Juicy J, DJ Drama, Yo Gotti - 4 What lyrics

DJ Drama what it do my G?
It's the world nigga we running the summer
I swear the night is starting to
Feel just like the night before
You know I'm on avion all acting a fool-io
We putting sparkles on them bottles
Make them move the ho

Step up in this bitch
You know I got my weapon
This ain't a gym class
Why is everybody sweating
Yeah I send them hoes some bottles
Them bitches looking thirsty
My checks are for the rim
I'm in this bitch I'm looking birdy
You know the coupe is bloody murder
The coupe is bloody murder
Yeah that motherfucker black
Let's all pour color purple
34 squares so that 1200 a circle
Do them numbers in his head
Swear that nigga smart as Urkel
Mirror, mirror, should I kill them
Gourmet to the Tims 400 for this four door
And it ain't got no rims
Tell my waitress keep them bottles coming
I'm drinking like a fish
When those sparklers pass your table
All you bitches make a wish
How much liquor it gonna take to
Get it cracking in this bitch
Look I came to get it in
Now why you acting this bitch
Turn down for what? Turn down for what?
Just let me know give me the word
I get it cracking in this ho
And I'm about to show out
You know it's packed up in this ho
Turn down for what? Turn down for what?

Motion picture shit
Nigga I pull up in slo-mo
450 thou, I blew that on a two door
Shit I git a new, I'll send you to Pluto
Got a street nigga
But you knew that from the get-go
I'm turnt up to the max
And I'm just stunting on these niggas
I'm real as they say
So I'm holding court on these niggas
Wife beaters and jeans
And a pair of Jordans on these niggas
Head cocked to the back
And I smash the sport on these niggas
You get money then show it
If you ain't then stop lying
If you looking for a nigga
Bitch I ain't hard to find
Only nigga in the city, million dollars a car
How you kick it with the goon
You meant to be with the star

Turn down for what
Made a few mill off two flows big dog, Cujo
Your man here, you mad now
In the booty club, I'm the cash cow
We turning up, we broke the knob up
I'm on Xanex, trying not to nod off
Finna bust your bitch like a sawed off
Making NBA money, I'm a ball hog
Big blunts and nigga still facing
Bank account look like The Matrix
Niggas be acting still hating
I'm rich and I stay super faded
Pouring up that Bombay, let that reefer burn
Getting gobbled by your bitch
My nigga wait your turn
Groupie bitches on my balls
Got them dancing with the stars
Once a million dollar nigga
Half a million dollar cars
Have to love them ratchet bitches
They get 2 Live with the Crew
Make them pop that pussy open
Man I feel like Uncle Luke