4 What (feat. Young Jeezy, Yo Gotti & Juicy J)

DJ Drama, what it do, my G?

It's the world, ****

We running the summer

I swear tonight is starting to feel just like the night before

You know I'm on that eighty all acting a foolio

We putting sparkles on them bottles, make them move the ho

My name is Young and I don't club without that toolio

I say, 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 birdie

You know the coupe is bloody murder, the coupe is bloody murder

Yeah, that motherfucker black, let's all pour color purple

Thirty-four squares so that twelve hundred a circle

Do them numbers in his head, swear that **** smart as Urkel

Mirror, mirror, should I kill 'em?

Gourmets to the Tims

Four hundred 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 gon' take to get it cracking in this bitch?

Look, I came to get it in now, why y'all 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 ho

Yeah, I'm 'bout to show my act, you know it packed up in this ho

Turn down for what?

DJ Drama, what up, ****?

Turn down for what?

Put them sparklers in the sky, ****

Motion picture shit, ****, I pull up in slow mo

Four hundred fifty thou', I blew that on a two door

Shit, I got a new summer bag, I'll send you to Pluto

Got a street ****, but you knew that from the get go

I'm turnt up to the max and I'm just stunting on these ****

I'm real as they say, so I'm holding court on these ****

Wife beater and jeans and a pair of Jordans on these ****

Head cocked to the back and I smash the sport on these ****

You get money then show it

If you ain't, then stop lying

If you're looking for a ****, bitch, I ain't hard to find

Only **** in the city, million dollars a car

How I kick it with the goons, you meant to be with a star

How much liquor it gon' take to get it cracking in this bitch?

Look, I came to get it in now, why y'all 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 ho

Yeah, I'm 'bout to show my act, you know it packed up in this ho

Turn down for what?

Turn down for what?

Turn down for what?

Made a few mil 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 rip the knob off

I'm on Xanax, trying not to nod off

Finna bust your bitch like a sawed-off

Making NBA money, I'ma ball hard

Big blunts and **** still facing

Bank account look like The Matrix

**** be acting, still hating

I'm rich and I stay super faded

Pouring up that Bombay, let that reefer burn

Getting toppled by your bitch, my ****, wait your turn

Groupie bitches on my balls, got 'em dancing with the stars

Once a million dollar ****, 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 gon' take to get it cracking in this bitch?

Look, I came to get it in now, why y'all 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 ho

Yeah, I'm 'bout to show my act, you know it packed up in this ho

Turn down for what?

Turn down for what?

Yeah, there you have it, ****

Memphis, Tenn

Turn down for what?

Yo Gotti, Juicy J

Drummer Boy

DJ Drama

Turn down for what?

The motherfuckin' committee, ****

It's the world

We running the motherfuckin' summer

No questions

Turn down for what?

Rolexes up

Turn down for what?

Turn down for what?