Dj Drama - 4 What Lyrics
[Intro: Young Jeezy]DJ Drama what it do my G?It’s the world niggaWe running the summerI swear the night is starting to feel just like the night beforeYou know I’m on 80 all acting a fool-ioWe putting sparkles on them bottles make them move the ho[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]Step up in this *****, you know I got my weaponThis ain’t a gym class, why is everybody sweatingYeah I send them hoes some bottles,Them *****es looking thirstyMy checks are for the rimI’m in this ***** I’m looking birdyYou know the coupe is bloody murderThe coupe is bloody murderYeah that mother*****er blackLet’s all pour color purple34 squares so that 1200 a circleDo them numbers in his headSwear that nigga smart as UrkelMirror, mirror, should I kill themGourmet to the Tims400 for this four door, and it ain’t got no rimsTell my waitress keep them bottles comingI’m drinking like a fishWhen those sparklers pass your tableAll you *****es make a wish[Hook: Young Jeezy]How much liquor it gonna take to get it cracking in this *****Look I came to get it in now why you acting this *****Turn down for what? Turn down for what?Just let me know give me the word I get it cracking in this hoAnd I’m about to show outYou know it’s packed up in this hoTurn down for what? Turn down for what?[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]Motion picture shit, nigga I pull up in slo-mo450 thou, I blew that on a two doorShit I git a new, I’ll send you to PlutoGot a street nigga, but you knew that from the get-goI’m turnt up to the max, and I’m just stunting on these niggasI’m real as they say, so I’m holding court on these niggasWife beaters and jeans, and a pair of Jordans on these niggasHead *****ed to the back, and I smash the sport on these niggasYou get money then show it, if you ain’t then stop lyingIf you looking for a nigga, ***** I ain’t hard to findOnly nigga in the city, million dollars a carHow you kick it with the goon, you meant to be with the star[Hook][Verse 3: Juicy J]Turn down for whatMade a few mill off two flowsBig dog, CujoYour man here, you mad nowIn the booty club, I’m the cash cowWe turning up, we broke the knob upI’m on Xanex, trying not to nod offFinna bust your ***** like a sawed offMaking NBA money, I’m a ball hogBig blunts and nigga still facingBank account look like The MatrixNiggas be acting still hatingI’m rich and I stay super fadedPouring up that Bombay, let that reefer burnGetting… by your *****, my nigga wait your turnGroupie *****es on my ballsGot them dancing with the starsOnce a million dollar niggaHalf a million dollar carsHave to love them ratchet *****esThey get 2 Live with the CrewMake them pop that ***** openMan I feel like Uncle Luke[Hook]
