French Montana - Tun Down For What Remix lyrics

[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 motherf**ing 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 p**y 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 b**hes 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 n***a 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 b**hes, 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 motherf**er burn Let the motherf**er burn (burn) motherf**er Baby you don't swallow, turn them to another s**er (Ha) Made a mil, made another one to fill it I'll f** a b**h, and f** 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 f**ing ceiling (I might pull up in the lamb, or the gat) (Bring a hundred b**hes, hundred bottles) [Intro] [Hook 5x]