Turn Down For What (Official Remix)

[Intro:]
Fire up that loud, another round of shots.

[Hook 5x]
Turn down for what.

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Smoking loud, on a yacht
Louis V everything, to my motherfucking socks
(Yeah Ho)
And I'm living at the top
And no ice in my drink, got enough in my watch
And these girls gone wild
Shots got us turnt up, so we can turn down
V.I.P. getting served like tennis balls
Bank account dizzy cause we spend it all
Getting paid turnt up, ain't no better way
After [?] smoke it, I stay at the heaven gates
In the club and she gone of the Snow White
Pouring up after this, I need more Sprite
Throw this (throw this) cash watch we start a riot
Leave this club and we taking chicks to the highest
Still got my whole clique on a clit diet
Ass clapping while the money piling.

[Hook 5x]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
(2 Chainz)
Your majesty, walking through the magistrate
Pussy good I put it on a dinner plate
Hit the strip club for a dinner date
Tryna stop me from smoking like nicorette
Everywhere I go, I smell like a marley
All the bitches with me look like barbie
I ain't rolled in a burb since Lee Harvey
I dress all my cars up Steve Harvey
I see that she's drinking a lot
She turn up and she's taking the shots
And my watch is so big, you can see it from the parking lot
You know me I'm just looking for shots, I'm so hot
(So hot)
Somebody should turn up the watch
My shirt off and I'm taking them shots
Nigga turn down for what.

[Intro]

[Hook 5x]

[Verse 3: French Montana]
(You know what it is right here)
(Montana, DJ Snake)
I might pull up in the lamb, or the gat
Bring a hundred bitches, hundred bottles
Turned up, turn down never
G5, G6 flys through any weather
Turnt up till there's no where to turn
Burned the roof off, let the motherfucker burn
Let the motherfucker burn (burn) motherfucker
Baby you don't swallow, turn them to another sucker
(Ha)
Made a mil, made another one to fill it
I'll fuck a bitch, and fuck another
Money to the ceiling
I ain't cuff them, I don't love them
I ain't catching feelings
I'll fill this club up to the fucking ceiling
(I might pull up in the lamb, or the gat)
(Bring a hundred bitches, hundred bottles).