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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Mega
Don Mega
Performer
Jeezy
Jeezy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DJ Drama
DJ Drama
Songwriter
Jeezy
Jeezy
Songwriter
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drumma Boy
Drumma Boy
Producer

Lyrics

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 80 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 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? 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... 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 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?
Writer(s): Jay Jenkins, Mario Mims, Tyree Simmons, Jordan Houston, Christopher Gholson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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