DJ Snake, Lil Jon
앨범 : 드라이브 클럽 뮤직

Fire up that loud
Another round of shots
Turn Down For What
Turn Down For What
Turn Down For What
Yeah Ya Boy Juicy J Uh Huh
Pour up uh
Turn Down For What
Smokin' loud on a yacht
Louis V everythang
to my motherfuckin 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
Gettin payed turnt up
theres no better way
Amsterdam smokin
I stay at the heaven gates
In the club and she goin
off that snow white
Pourin 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
Ass clappin
on that money pilin
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 Tru
I see that she drinkin a lot
She turn up
and she takin them shots
And my watch is so big
You can see it
from the parking lot
You know me I'm just lookin
for thots I'm so hot
So high Someone need
to turn off the watch
My shirt off
and I'm takin 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
You know when you
hear that haaan
Montana DJ Snake
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 theres
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 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 fucking 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