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(Drumma Boy)
DJ Drama, it do my G?
It's the world (DJ Drama!)
We running the
I swear the night is starting to feel like the night before
You know I'm on 80 all acting a
We putting on them bottles make them move the ho
My name is Young and I don't club without tool-io

I say, up in this bitch (bitch), you know I got my weapon (Young!)
ain't a gym class, why is everybody sweatin' (Haha)
Yeah I send them hoes bottles, man them bitches looking thirsty (Thirsty)
My checks are for the rim, I'm in this bitch, I'm birdie (damn)
You know the coupe is bloody murder, the is bloody murder (Ay!)
Yeah that motherfucker black, all pour color purple (That's right)
34 squares so 1200 a circle
Do them in his head, swear that nigga smart as Urkel (Yeah ho)
Mirror, mirror, I kill them, gourmet to the Tims (Yeah ho)
400 for four door, and it ain't got no rims (Yeah)
Tell my waitress keep them bottles coming, I'm drinking a fish
When those sparklers pass your table, all you bitches a wish

How much liquor it gonna to get it crackin' in this bitch
Look I came to get it in now why you this bitch
Turn down for
Turn for what?
Just let me know me the word I get it cracking in this ho
And I'm about to show out, you know it's packed up in ho
Turn for what?
Turn down for

DJ Drama, what up,
Throw sparklers in the sky, nigga.

Motion picture shit, nigga I up in slow moe (Action)
450 thou, I blew that on a two (Aston)
Shit I got a new summer bag, send you to Pluto (He gone)
Got a street nigga, but you that from the get go (I ain't here)
I'm turnt up to the max, and I'm just stunting on niggas (I ain't here)
I'm as they say, so I'm holding court on these niggas (I ain't here)
Wife and jeans, and a pair of Jordans on these niggas (Swag)
Heat cocked to the back, and I smash the on these niggas (Yeah ho)
You get money then show it, if you ain't then lying
If you looking for a nigga, bitch I hard to find (Chea)
Only nigga in the city, million a car
How you kick it the goon, you meant to be with the star

How much it gonna take to get it crackin' in this bitch
Look I came to get it in now why you this bitch
Turn down for
down for what?
Just let me know give me the word I get it in this ho
And I'm about to show out, you it's packed up in this ho
down for what?
Turn down for

down for what?
Made a few off two flows, big dog, Cujo
man here, you mad now? In the booty club, I'm the cash cow
We turning up, we broke the up, I'm on Xanex, trying not to nod off
Finna bust your bitch like a sawed off, NBA money, I'm a ball hog
Big blunts and nigga facing, bank account look like The Matrix
Niggas be acting still hatin', I'm and I stay super faded
Pouring up that Bombay, let reefer burn
Getting by your bitch, my nigga wait your turn
Groupie bitches on my (balls), got 'em dancing with the stars (Stars)
Once a million dollar nigga (nigga), half a million dollar (Cars)
to love them ratchet bitches (bitches), they get 2 Live with the Crew (Crew)
Make them pop that pussy open (open), man I feel like Luke (Luke)

How much it gonna take to get it crackin' in this bitch
Look I to get it in now why you actin' this bitch
Turn for what?
Turn down for
Just let me give me the word I get it cracking in this ho
And I'm about to out, you know it's packed up in this ho
Turn for what?
Turn for what?

Yeah, you have it, nigga
Memphis (Turn down for what?)
Yo Gotti, J, Drumma Boy, DJ Drama (Turn down for what?)
The committee, nigga, it's the world
We runnin' the summer, no questions (Turn down for what?)
Rolexes up, turn for what? Turn down for what?