Yo Gotti - 4 What lyrics

{​​Drumma Boy}​​ {​​*echoes*}​​ [Intro: Young Jeezy] DJ Drama, what it do my G? +It's The World+ n***a (DJ DRAMA~!!) We running the summer I swear the night is starting to feel just like the night before You know I'm on 80 all acting a fool-io We putting sparkles on them bottles make them move the ho My name is Young and I don't club without that tool-io [Young Jeezy] I say, step up in this b**h (b**h), you know I got my weapon (Young!) This ain't a gym cla**, why is everybody sweatin' (Haha) Yeah I send them hoes some bottles, man them b**hes looking thirsty (thirsty) My checks are for the rim, I'm in this b**h, I'm looking birdie (daaamn) You know the coupe is bloody murder, the coupe is bloody murder (AY!) Yeah that motherf**er black, Harpo, color purple (That's right) 34 squares so that 1200 a circle Do them numbers in his head, swear that n***a smart as Urkel (Yeah ho) Mirror, mirror, should I k** them, gourmet to the Tims (Yeah ho) 400 for this four door, and it ain't got no rims (yeeeah) Tell my waitress keep them bottles coming - I'm drinking like a fish When those sparklers pa** your table, all you b**hes make a wish [Hook: Young Jeezy] H-H-H-H-How much liquor it gonna take to get it crackin' in this b**h Look I came to get it in now why you actin' this b**h Turn down for what? Turn down for what? J-J-J-J-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? [Yo Gotti] DJ Drama, what up, n***a? Throw them sparklers in the sky, n***a... Motion picture sh**, n***a I pull up in slo-mo (action) 450 thou, I blew that on a two door (Aston) sh** I got a new summer bag, I'll send you to Pluto (he gone) Gotti a street n***a, but you knew that from the get-go (I am) I'm turnt up to the max, and I'm just stunting on these n***as (I am) I'm real as they say, so I'm holding court on these n***as (I am) Wife beaters and jeans, and a pair of Jordans on these n***as (swag) Heat co*ked to the back, and I smash the sport on these n***as (Yeah ho) You get money then show it, if you ain't then stop lying If you looking for a n***a, b**h I ain't hard to find (chea) Only n***a in the city, million dollars a car How you kick it with the goon, you meant to be with the star [Hook] [Juicy J] 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 Xanax, trying not to nod off Finna bust your b**h like a sawed off, makin' NBA money, I'm a ball hog Big blunts and n***a still facing, bank account look like The Matrix n***as be acting still hatin' - I'm rich and I stay super faded Pouring up that Bombay, let that reefer burn Getting toppled by your b**h, my n***a wait your turn Groupie b**hes on my balls (balls), got 'em dancing with the stars (stars) Once a million dollar n***a (n***a), half a million dollar cars (cars) Have to love them ratchet b**hes (b**hes), they get too live with the Crew (Crew) Make them pop that p**y open (open), man I feel like Uncle Luke (Luke) [Hook] [Outro: Young Jeezy] Yeah... there you have it, n***a Memphis Ten... (Turn down for what?) Yo Gotti, Juicy J, Drumma Boy, DJ Drama (Turn down for what?) The motherf**in' committee, n***a; +It's The World+ We runnin' the motherf**in' summer - no questions (Turn down for what?) Rolexes up - TURN DOWN FOR WHAT?! TURN DOWN FOR WHAT?!