Bottoms Up (feat. Trey Songz)
It's Mr. Steal Yo Girl
It's Mr. Steal Yo Girl
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Aye what's in your cup
Gotta couple bottles
But a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear dis club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Pocket full of green
Girl you know I love the way you shake it in dem jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw ya hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
You know what it is, girl we back up in this thang
Money stay in my pocket, girl I'm like a walking bank
Tell me what you drank, tell me what you think
If I go get these bottles, we'll go alcohol insane
Callin' all the girls, do you hear me?
All around the world, city to city
Cheers to the girls throwin' juice to the guys
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Gettin' loose in the ride, hey hey
Move to the, move to the, move to the side
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Aye what's in your cup
Gotta couple bottles
But a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear dis club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Pocket full of green
Girl you know I love the way you shake it in dem jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw ya hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
My vision's blurred, my word's slurred
It's jam-packed, a million girls
And I ain't tryna leave though
We drunk so let me be your alcohol hero
Callin' all the girls, do you hear me?
All around the world, city to city
Cheers to the girls throwin' juice to the guys
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Gettin' loose in the ride, hey hey
Move to the, move to the, move to the side
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Aye what's in your cup
Gotta couple bottles
But a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear dis club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Pocket full of green
Girl you know I love the way you shake it in dem jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw ya hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Can I get that 'Tron, can I get that Remy, can I get that Coke, can I get that Henny
Can I get that Margarita on the rock, rock, rocks
Can I get that salt all around the rim, rim, rim
Trey, I was like: Yo Trey, do you think you can buy me a bottle of Rosé?
Okay let's get it now
I'm wit a bad bitch, he's wit his friends
I don't say: Hi, I say: Keys to the Benz
Keys to the Benz, keys to the Benz
Motherfuckin' right yup B to the 10
If a bitch try to get cute, I'ma stuff her
Throw a lotta money at her, then yell: Fuck her
Fuck her, fuck her, then yell: Fuck her
Then I'ma go and get my Louisville slugger
Excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm really such a lady
I rep Young Money, you know Slim, Baby
And we be doin' donuts while we wavin' a 380
We give a lot of money to the babies out in Haiti
Tellin' all around the world, do you hear me?
Do you like my body, Anna Nicki
Rest in peace to Anna Nicole Smith
Yes my dear, you're so explosive
Say hi to Mary Mary and Joseph.
Now bottoms up and double my dosage
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Aye what's in your cup
Gotta couple bottles
But a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear dis club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Pocket full of green
Girl you know I love the way you shake it in dem jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw ya hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up