David Matin - Bottle Girls (Remix) lyrics

[Produced by Consequence & David Matin] [Verse 1: Blu Gem] Blu Gem drop a gem on 'em Never trust these hoes or depend on 'em If ya friend want 'em, it's cause she wanna be you You could roll with the Crips but you'll never be Blu Blu bustin' out the blue denims Got 'em singin' the blues when Blu's in 'em So to keep up with me you gon' need a blue diamond Cut him two times when I caught him two timin' Blue diamonds in Tiffany boxes Thick thigs, thick as Tiffany Foxx is They topless, I get mine off top Cause it's gon' be a problem if I don't prop I'm makin' moves 'til the news say the feds got her They call her Blu but the shoe is a red bottom And the head got him throwin' stones at the gla** house Whether it's the 9th inning and the last out Or it's the 4th down with a yard to go After halftime they're pourin' out their heart and soul Thinkin' Gem is a Gemini And I'ma leave their a** for a better guy That's why I can't stand these b**hes Who drop their pants for some champagne wishes So you know who my model is Homie I'm good, I can buy my own bottles, kid [Pre-Hook: Consequence] Cause this club's got a lot of girls, mostly model girls Yeah, I'm tryna holla, girl, cause you're my favorite bottle girl [Hook: Mack Wilds] So here she comes with those sparklers, I just wanna talk to her I just wanna offer her the finer things in life Cause she's so fine and so popular, I just wanna give props to her I just wanna get lost with her, she's my favorite bottle girl She's my favorite bottle girl She's my favorite bottle girl (Let her know I ain't playin' with these stacks of cash) She's my favorite bottle girl (Let her know we ain't playin' with these stacks of cash, Mack!) She's my favorite bottle girl [Verse 2: Consequence] She was a waitress, you could tell That wished she was Rachel Uchitel But couldn't get a check in the mail Her baby's father was grimy She livin' off of tips like she married to Tiny So her outfit is tiny as a member of Xscape With bills on her back like an S is on a cape So between all the drinks and the Drakes and the hookahs She's the next Courtney from Hooters Or escort for Scooter, Kayser or Lyor That body so crazy, she belong in Creedmore So it's a seesaw battle when we uptown And that booty's goin' up, and down Went from under, ground to fame and fortune To planes and Porsches and big names in corporate On her client list, and the chemistry we got like a scientist Got my girlfriend sayin' that I ain't sh** So I had to rea**ure her that I ain't hit By buyin' gifts that Chrissy called "pain k**ers" From Tiffany's and other big name j**elers They schooled me to the game so I know what my duties are Got my Nudie jeans on at the nudie bar Goin' hard on these model searches And tearin' up my card gettin' bottle service [Pre-Hook] + [Hook]