Turn Down for What Remix - DJ Quick/DJ Snake/French Montana/2 Chainz

Lyrics by：DJ Quick

Composed by：DJ Quick

Fire up that loud

Another round of shots

Let's go

Let's go

Say

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Ya boy see J

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Yeah ya boy Juicy J

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Turn down for what

Smokin' loud on a yacht

Louis V everythang to my motherf**king 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

A*s clapping on that money piling

Turn down for what for what

Turn down for what for what

Turn down for what for what

Turn down for what for what

Your Majesty walkin' through the magic straight

P***y 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

Marley

All the b***hes with me look like barbie 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

Somebody need to turn off the watch

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

Turn down for what

Fire up that loud

Another round of shots

Round of shots

Round of shots

Round of shots

Turn down for what for what

Turn down for what for what

Turn down for what for what

Turn down for what for what

No you ley him

One time

N**gs that

Turn down for what

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

Bring a hundred b***hes 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***h

I'm floatin' all the money to the ceiling

I ain't cuff 'em

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

I fill this club up to the f**kin' ceiling

I'm I full up in the lay rather in a