Bottles & Rockin J's (feat. Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross, Fabolous & Lil' Wayne) (Prod. by Lex Luger)
Game – Bottles and Rockin J’s Lyrics
[Dj Khaled] Ayo Game, what they do boy It’s DJ Khaled I got my Black and Red Jordan Retro 6′s on I’m all about gettin’ money I love glorifying my hard work Poppin’ bottles Shit them hoes love it too This DJ Khaled, We The Best Ayo Game. Red Nation
[Chorus] All I know is bottles and rockin’ J’s Bottles and rockin’ J’s Bottles and rockin’ J’s Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bitches and getting money Bitches and getting money Bitches and getting money Bitches and getting money
Bottles and rockin’ J’s Bottles and rockin’ J’s Bottles and rockin’ J’s Bottles and rockin’ J’s
Bitches and getting money Bitches and getting money Bitches and getting money Bitches and getting money
[Busta Rhymes] All I know is how to smash on everybody record and do what I do And make somebody have to go and get a hearse Yo, Game I don’t really give a f-ck if it’s your record And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh See the way I coming, how I do the game, church Ask somebody, you gotta know you need to get a nurse Let me bang em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller Kill em with another verse Everybody see the way I be going and going How I do it Niggas the only way we know it, but then again, yes we do We knowing how I be banging And every sheet that I get All the heat I be packin; And I show it off With all this money you know where I’m heading And I’m gonna get the Jordan’s the patent 11 leathers They really banging all the way down to the ? And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting And I kill em with the bounce, you see the way a nigga steppin And we pop bottles and we rock J’s, see me reppin Let me show you way I do it before I hit you with the weapon Don’t be spillin’ liquor all over my shit, give me a second Shiiiit, anyway, see we gotta get it up Probably feelin’ models up Let me wrap a bottle up Let me see everybody put your liquors bottle up
[Rick Ross] Bitches, I’m gettin money, bottles and rocking chains Money like I’m LeBron, my whip collection insane Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss Condominium in the clouds, 60g’s a month 50 floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston Georgia Bitches snortin’ blow, f-ckin fast and cookin’ dope Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller that Chopard My new bitches must menage I’m a G
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[Game] Bottles and rockin’ J’s Smokin’ and sippin’ Spades Pistol tucked in my Louie Heated up like I’m Wade Nigga don’t do LeBron’s, Kobe up on the weekends Jordan’s Monday through Friday especially when I’m freakin Them cool grey’s, thats Monday Them Space jams thats Tuesday That Spike Lee’s on Wednesday 23 in my Benz eh You know I love them 6′s especially on my bitches 13′s and them spandex on Thursday, it’s your birthday And Friday I aint lying, King Of Diamonds I’m in heaven Red Bone pussy poppin’ on my black and red 11′s Patent leather when I step in You know what I’m reppin’ It’s S double-O, W Double-O Black number 4′s I aint get it from the store, Buss know That all I know is
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[Fabolous] I put footprints in them couches I put so much in my two step Put on for my city, I aint got no choice but to rep I put straight shots in they hair Make pretty girls, do the ugly face And they just my song on Move back I need dougie space like ay, ay Then its right back to my muggin’ face Niggas saying put the weed out BBM, you buggin face We walked in, want somethin’, bottles pop like we won some’n Raise a glass for err’ybody that’s done something from nothin’ No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind Cargo’s and J’s on, they let sun in, no blinds All I drink is my shit Stop playin, Youtube But tonight we on that Red Berry and