Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4 What, artist - DJ Drama.
Date of issue: 24.06.2013
Song language: English
4 What |
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 avion all acting a fool-io |
We putting sparkles on them bottles make them move the ho |
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 |
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 |
Let’s all 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 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? |
Motion picture shit, nigga I pull up in slo-mo |
450 thou, I blew that on a two door |
Shit I git a new, I’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 |
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 |
Making 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 gobbled 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 2 Live with the Crew |
Make them pop that pussy open |
Man I feel like Uncle Luke |