Turn Down for What歌詞

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