Jeezy - 4 What lyrics

[Intro: Young Jeezy] DJ Drama what it do my G? It's the world n***a 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: Young Jeezy] Step up in this b**h, you know I got my weapon This ain't a gym cla**, why is everybody sweating Yeah I send them hoes some bottles Them b**hes looking thirsty My checks are for the rim I'm in this b**h I'm looking birdy You know the coupe is bloody murder The coupe is bloody murder Yeah that motherf**er black Let's all pour color purple 34 squares so that 1200 a circle Do them numbers in his head Swear that n***a smart as Urkel Mirror, mirror, should I k** 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 pa** your table All you b**hes make a wish [Hook: Young Jeezy] How much liquor it gonna take to get it cracking in this b**h Look I came to get it in now why you acting this b**h 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**, n***a I pull up in slo-mo 450 thou, I blew that on a two door sh** I git a new , I'll send you to Pluto Got a street n***a, but you knew that from the get-go I'm turnt up to the max, and I'm just stunting on these n***as I'm real as they say, so I'm holding court on these n***as Wife beaters and jeans, and a pair of Jordans on these n***as Head co*ked to the back, and I smash the sport on these n***as You get money then show it, if you ain't then stop lying If you looking for a n***a, b**h I ain't hard to find Only n***a in the city, million dollars a car How you kick it with the goon, you meant to be with the star [Hook] [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**h like a sawed off Making NBA money, I'm a ball hog Big blunts and n***a still facing Bank account look like The Matrix n***as 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**h, my n***a wait your turn Groupie b**hes on my balls Got them dancing with the stars Once a million dollar n***a Half a million dollar cars Have to love them ratchet b**hes They get 2 Live with the Crew Make them pop that p**y open Man I feel like Uncle Luke [Hook]