paroles de chanson 4 What (feat. Young Jeezy, Yo Gotti & Juicy J) - Juicy J , Yo Gotti , DJ Drama , Jeezy

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

I say, 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 motherfucking black, Harpo, 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 sparkles 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 actin' 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

And I'm about to show out - you know it's packed up in this ho
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?

DJ Drama, what's up, nigga?

Throw them sparkles in the sky, nigga.
Motion picture shit, nigga I pull up in slo-mo
450 thou, I blew that on a two door

Shit I got a new summer bag, I'll send you to Pluto
Gotti 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
Heat 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 meand to be with the star

How much liquor it gonna take to get it crackin' in this bitch
Look I came to get it in now why you actin' 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
And I'm about to show out - you know it's packed up in this ho
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 Xanan, tryng not to nod off
Finna bust your bitch like a sawad off, makin' NBA money, I'm a ball hog
Big blunts and nigga still facing, bank account look like The Matrix
Niggas be acting still hatin, I'm rich and I stay super faded

Pouring up that Bombay, let that reefer burn
Getting toppled by your bitch, my nigga wait your turn
Groupie bitches on my balls got 'em 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 crackin' in this bitch
Look I came to get it in now why you actin' this bitch
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?

Yeah... there you have it, nigga
Memphis Ten...
Yo Gotti, Juicy J, Drumma Boy, DJ Drama
The motherfuckin' committee, nigga; thats the world
We runnin' the motherfucking summer, no questions
Rolexes up
TURN DOWN FOR WHAT?
TURN DOWN FOR WHAT?