[Verse 1: Matt Brevner]
Ferragamo suit tailored up to the nine
Stitched in periwinkle blue and them drawers are Calvin Klein
Got that undercut with that top knot, lookin’ top notch, I’m stylin’
Gold chain colored like a China man and that’s racial profilin'
Half black, half chat, teriyaki, no chicken
Soon to run the fuckin" city like I’m Juliani, listen, and you bitches Master Splinter
Backed inside the subway system, but I’m stuntin' like Shredder, never underground livin’
‘Stead of spikes on my shoulders, I got spikes on my kittens
That leopard hair, Louis Viutton limited editions
I’m a master of creations, you just mastered emulation
A trend chasing copycat who mastered imitation
I’m a self made superstar, started in the basement with intent
Carry chain, but that shit was never plated
See, your style is like polo hoe, I ain’t ever played it
Made it to the fucking mages with a camera and some patience
B-Sharp

[Chorus: Tom MacDonald]
We don’t need no reason why we been so turnt up
We don’t need no people comin’ ‘round to warn us
If we really wanna buy it we’ll put that on the card
Got a limo outside of the club, yeah
We don’t need no reason why we been so turnt up
And we don’t talk about our feelings when we smokin’ the blunt
And if we really tryna sleep then we’ll just sip out the cup
The double cup, the triple cup, the 2 liter
[Post-Chorus]
Turn down for what? (Turn down for what?)
(Turn down for what?)
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Turn down for what? (Turn down for what?)

[Verse 2: Tom MacDonald]
Gone are the days that I’m datin’
I never thought I would escape it
But my heart has been on a vacation
It’s a long way from the places, that it used to be alright
Still goin' out like every damn night
Gettin’ all left but iI still ain’t right
Gettin’ money from a couple different things I don’t like
My hair long and my teeth gold and my girl has been so patient that I feel like I should tell her that I love her, thanks for waiting
But I can’t afford the long distance and them California girls miss me and the Vancouver girls pissed off that we fuck but they never get to kiss me
I been the realest since I got a Visa and left y‘all at home
Now I’m speakin’ Italian and smokin’ on one with a mouth full of gold Getting faded on Nostrum with Zuro, Peroni on tour in Rome
Who else make a beat, then record and produce a whole song on their own?
I don’t care if they don't have no love for me, I got no love for them
Fuck all that boombap and underground
These rappers all tryna be real, but have nothing real to talk about
These rappers alltryna get deals still but this isn’t an auction house
B-Sharp is the team, fuck everybody else

[Chorus: Tom MacDonald]
We don’t need no reason why we been so turnt up
We don’t need no people comin’ ‘round to warn us
If we really wanna buy it we’ll put that on the card
Got a limo outside of the club, yeah
We don’t need no reason why we been so turnt up
And we don’t talk about our feelings when we smokin’ the blunt
And if we really tryna sleep then we’ll just sip out the cup
The double cup, the triple cup, the 2 liter
[Post-Chorus]
Turn down for what? (Turn down for what?)
(Turn down for what?)
(Turn down for what?)
Turn down for what? (Turn down for what?)

[Verse 3: Stevie Ross]
The anxiety got me feeling like I need to move Xans
Still a dope dealer, coke fill up bloody noses
Man, all the hoes in the club, bottle service waiting for us
Vodka with Agent, chains, but I don’t wanna drive, still no license but I’m surviving
Crazy like ivy, just like I be, vibing, so bitch don’t kill it
Took a girl to the telly at the party, know they feel it
Then they turn up then turn out, pop a pill if you burn out

[Bridge: Tom MacDonald]
Someone tell my girl that I ain't comin' home
She can never see me like this
I have no reason to believe but I do not believe the reasons why we're celebrating up on every weekend
I'm like "fuckin go"
I just got this outfit and I'm gonna live forever
All least that's how I feel, I'm 25 years old
Like turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what? (Turn down for what?)
[Chorus: Tom MacDonald]
We don’t need no reason why we been so turnt up
We don’t need no people comin’ ‘round to warn us
If we really wanna buy it we’ll put that on the card
Got a limo outside of the club, yeah
We don’t need no reason why we been so turnt up
And we don’t talk about our feelings when we smokin’ the blunt
And if we really tryna sleep then we’ll just sip out the cup
The double cup, the triple cup, the 2 liter

[Post-Chorus]
Turn down for what? (Turn down for what?)
(Turn down for what?)
(Turn down for what?)
Turn down for what? (Turn down for what?)