Turn Down for What (feat. Juicy J, 2 Chainz & French Montana) - Official Remix

Fire up that loud, another round of shots

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

Yeah, Ya Boy Juicy J, Uh-Huh

Smokin' loud on a yacht

Louis V everythang to my motherfucking socks

And I'm living at the top

No ice in my drink, got enough in my watch

And these girls gone 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

Gettin payed, turnt up, there's no better way

Amsterdam smokind I stay at the heaven gates

In the club and she goin off that snow white

Pouring up activist, 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 clip diet

Ass 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 walkin through the magic straight

Pussy 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 bitches with me look like barbie

I ain't wrote in a verse since Lee Harvey

I dress all my cars up Steve Harvey (True)

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 nigga

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

You know when you hear that haaaan

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

Bring a hundred bitches 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 fucker burn

Let the mother fucker burn

Burn mother fucker

Baby won't swallow

Tell it to another sucker

Made a mill, made another, what a feeling

I fuck a bitch, I'm floatin all the money to the ceilin

I ain't cuff em, I don't love em I ain't cathin feelings

I fill this club up to the fuckin ceiling

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