Turn Down for What (Official Remix)

Turn Down for What (Official Remix) - DJ Snake/Lil Jon (喬納森·史密斯)/Juicy J/2 Chainz

Written by：Karim Kharb

Fire up that loud another round of shots

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Smokin' loud on a yacht

Louis V everythang to my motherf**kin socks

And I'm living at the top

No ice in my drink got enough in my watch

And these girls gon wild

Shots got us turnt up so we can't turn down

VIP gettin' served like tennis balls

Bank accounts dizzy cause we spend it all

Getting payed turnt up there's no better way

Amsterdam smoking I stay at the heaven gates

In the club and she going off that snow white

Pouring up actavis I need more sprite

Throw this throw this cash watch me start a riot

Leave the club then we take the chicks to the hyatt

Still got my whole clique on a kush diet

A** clapping on that money piling

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Your majesty walking through the magic straight

P**sy good I put it on a dinner plate

Leave the strip club for a dinner date

Tryna stop me from smoking like Nicko Ray

Everywhere I go I smell like a Marley

All the b**ches with me look like barbie

I ain't wrote in a verse since Lee Harvey

I dress all my cars up Steve Harvey tru

I see that she drinking a lot

She turn up and she taking them shots

And my watch is so big

You can see it from the parking lot

You know me I'm just looking for thots I'm so hot

So high someone need to turn off the watch

My shirt off and I'm taking them shots ni**a

Turn down for what

Fire up that loud another round of shots

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

I might pull up in the lamb' or the gat'

Bring a hundred b**ches hundred bottles

Turnt up turn down now

G5 G6 fly through anywhere

Turn up till there's no way to turn it

Burn the roof off

Let the mother f**ker burn

Let the mother f**ker burn

Burn mother f**ker

Baby won't swallow

Tell it to another sucker

Made a mill made another what a feeling

I f**k a b**ch I'm floating all the money to the ceiling

I ain't cuff em I don't love em I ain't catching feelings

I fill this club up to the f**king ceiling

I might pull up in the lamb or the gat

Bring a hundred b**ches hundred bottles

Fire up that loud another round of shots

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Turn down for what