French Montana - Choppa Down Remix lyrics

Fire up that loud, another round of shots 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 Yeah, ya boy Juicy J, uh-huh Smokin' loud on a yacht Louis V everythang to my motherf**in' 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, there's no better way Amsterdam smokin' I stay at the heaven gates In the club and she goin' off that snow white Pourin' 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 kush diet Ass clappin' on that money pilin' 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 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 All the b**hes with me look like barbie I ain't wrote in a verse since Lee Harvey I dress all my cars up Steve Harvey (True) 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 n***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 You know when you hear that han 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**er burn Let the mother f**er burn Burn mother f**er Baby won't swallow Tell it to another s**er Made a mill, made another, what a feeling I f** a b**h, 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**ing 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