4 What lyrics

by

Yo Gotti


[Intro: Jeezy]
DJ Drama what it do my G?
It's the world n*gga
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

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Step up in this b*tch, you know I got my weapon
This ain't a gym class, why is everybody sweating
Yeah I send them hoes some bottles
Them b*tches looking thirsty
My checks are for the rim
I'm in this b*tch I'm looking birdy
You know the coupe is bloody murder
The coupe is bloody murder
Yeah that motherf*cker black
Let's all pour color purple
34 squares so that 1200 a circle
Do them numbers in his head
Swear that n*gga 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 b*tches make a wish
[Chorus: Jeezy]
How much liquor it gonna take to get it cracking in this b*tch
Look I came to get it in now why you acting this b*tch
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?

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Motion picture sh*t, n*gga I pull up in slo-mo
450 thou, I blew that on a two door
sh*t I git a new , I'll send you to Pluto
Got a street n*gga, but you knew that from the get-go
I'm turnt up to the max, and I'm just stunting on these n*ggas
I'm real as they say, so I'm holding court on these n*ggas
Wife beaters and jeans, and a pair of Jordans on these n*ggas
Head c*cked to the back, and I smash the sport on these n*ggas
You get money then show it, if you ain't then stop lying
If you looking for a n*gga, b*tch I ain't hard to find
Only n*gga in the city, million dollars a car
How you kick it with the goon, you meant to be with the star

[Chorus: Jeezy]
How much liquor it gonna take to get it cracking in this b*tch
Look I came to get it in now why you acting this b*tch
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?
[Verse 3: 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 Xanex, trying not to nod off
Finna bust your b*tch like a sawed off
Making NBA money, I'm a ball hog
Big blunts and n*gga still facing
Bank account look like The Matrix
n*ggas be acting still hating
I'm rich and I stay super faded
Pouring up that Bombay, let that reefer burn
Getting gobbled by your b*tch, my n*gga wait your turn
Groupie b*tches on my balls
Got them dancing with the stars
Once a million dollar n*gga
Half a million dollar cars
Have to love them ratchet b*tches
They get 2 Live with the Crew
Make them pop that pus*y open
Man I feel like Uncle Luke

[Chorus: Jeezy]
How much liquor it gonna take to get it cracking in this b*tch
Look I came to get it in now why you acting this b*tch
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?
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