Kane is in the building, niggaIt’s Mr. Steal Yo GirlIt’s Mr. Steal Yo Girl
Leggo
Bottoms up, bottoms up, ayy, what’s in ya cup?Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain’t enoughBottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands upTell security we ’bout to tear this club upBottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of greenGirl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeansBottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands upBottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up, up, up
You know what it is, girl, we back up in this thangMoney stay in my pocket, girl, I’m like a walkin’ bankTell me whatcha drank, tell me whatcha thankIf I go get these bottles, we go alcohol insane
Callin’ all the girls, do you hear me?All around the world, city to cityCheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guysNow I got a chicken and a goose in the rideGettin’ loose in the rideHatin’ ass nigga you can move to the, move to the, move to the side
Bottoms up, bottoms up, ayy, what’s in ya cup?Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain’t enoughBottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands upTell security we ’bout to tear this club upBottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of greenGirl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeansBottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands upBottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up, up, up
My vision’s blurred, my words slurredIt’s jam-packed, a million girlsAnd I ain’t tryna leave, thoughWe drunk so let me be your alcohol hero
Callin’ all the girls, do you hear me?All around the world, city to cityCheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guysNow I got a chicken and a goose in the rideGettin’ loose in the rideHatin’ ass nigga you can move to the, move to the, move to the side
Bottoms up, bottoms up, ayy, what’s in ya cup?Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain’t enoughBottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands upTell security we ’bout to tear this club upBottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of greenGirl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeansBottoms up, bottoms up (Uh-huh), throw ya hands up (Uh)Bottoms up, bottoms up (Uh), bottoms up, up, up (Yo)
Could I get that ‘trón? Could I get that Remy?Could I get that Coke? Could I get that Henny?Could I get that margarita on the rock-rock-rocks?Could I get that salt all around that rim, rim- rim-rim?Trey, I was like, “Yo, Trey”Do you think you could buy me a bottle of Rosé?Okay, let’s get it nowI’m with a bad bitch, he’s with his friendsI don’t say, “Hi”, I say, “Keys to the Benz”Keys to the Benz? Keys to the BenzMotherfuckin’ right, yeah, V to the 10If a bitch tryna get cute I’ma stomp herThrow a lot of money at her then yell“Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!”, then yell, “Fuck her!”Then I’mma go get my Louisville SluggerExcuse me, I’m sorry, I’m really such a ladyI rep Young Money, you know, Slim, Baby?And we be doing donuts while we wavin’ the .380We give a lot of money to the babies out in HaitiYellin’ all around the worldDo you hear me? Do you like my body? Anna NickiRest in peace to Anna Nicole Smith, yes, my dear, you’re so explosiveSay, “Hi” to Mary, Mary and JosephNow, bottoms up and double my dosage
Bottoms up, bottoms up, ayy, what’s in ya cup?Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain’t enoughBottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands upTell security we ’bout to tear this club upBottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of greenGirl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeansBottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands upBottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up, up, up
It’s Nicki, I’m drunk, I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m wannaI’m beatI’m, I’m, I’m, I’m good, I’m goodTrigga Trey, Nicki M., let’s get itBottoms up (C’mere!), bottoms up, bottoms upI-I-I-I I am Zolanski (Bottoms up)I’m Roman (Bottoms up)Yeah