DJ DRAMA - 4 What lyrics
rate meFeat. Young Jeezy, Yo Gotti & Juicy J
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 that 80 all acting a fool, you
We putting sparkles on them bottles, make them move the hoe
My name is strong and I don’t club without that Julio
I said I 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
Man, 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
It’s how I 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 in this bitch?
Turn down for what? Turn down for what?
Just let me know, give me the word, I get it cracking in this hoe
And I’m about to show my head
You know it’s packed up in this hoe
Turn down for what? Turn down for what?
Motion picture shit, nigga I pull up in slow-mo
450 thousand, I blew that on a two door
Shit I got a new summer bed, it’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
How much liquor it gonna take to get it cracking in this bitch?
Look, I came to get it in, now why you acting in this bitch?
Turn down for what? Turn down for what?
Just let me know, give me the word, I get it cracking in this hoe
And I’m about to show my head
You know it’s packed up in this hoe
Turn down for what? Turn down for what?
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
Nigga 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 bobbled 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 too live with the crew
Make them pop that pussy open
Man I feel like Uncle Luke
How much liquor it gonna take to get it cracking in this bitch?
Look, I came to get it in, now why you acting in this bitch?
Turn down for what? Turn down for what?
Just let me know, give me the word, I get it cracking in this hoe
And I’m about to show my head
You know it’s packed up in this hoe
Turn down for what? Turn down for what?
