Dj Khaled - Bottles And Rocking J's lyrics

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Dj Khaled - Bottles And Rocking J's lyrics

[Dj Khaled] Ay yo 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 glorifyin' my hard work, poppin' bottles sh**, them hoes love it too, this DJ Khaled, We The Best Ayo Game, Red Nation [Hook x2] All I know is bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's b**hes and getting money b**hes and getting money b**hes and getting money b**hes 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** if it's your record And you my brother, my n***a, look I gotta rhyme first See the way I coming, how I do the game, church Ask somebody, you gotta know you gotta need a nurse Let me bang em with another k**a, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller k** em with another verse Everybody see the way I be going and going How I do it n***as don't even be knowing, but then again Yes they do be knowing how I be banging In every sh** that I give you 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 leather 11's They really banging all the way down to the bed And I get a couple pair with all this money I be getting And I k** 'em with the bop, you see the way a n***a 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 sh**, give me a second Anyway, see we gotta get it up, prolly fill a model up Let me rev a bottle up Let me see everybody put your liquor bottles up [Rick Ross] b**hes, I'm gettin' money, bottles and rockin' chains Money like I'm LeBron my whip collection insane Suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss Condominium in the clouds, sixty G's a month Fifty floors, marble walls, pictures of Boston George b**hes snortin' blow, f**in' fast and cookin' dope Sanctify, Bally shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller that Chopard My new b**hes must menage, I'm a G [Hook] [Game] Bottles and rockin' J's Smokin' and sippin' Spades Pistol tucked in my Louie Heated up like I'm Wade n***a don't do LeBron's, Kobe up on the weekend Jordan's Monday through Friday especially when I'm freakin' Them cool grey's, thats Monday Them Space Jams that's Tuesday Them Spike Lee's on Wednesday Twenty-three in my Benz eh You know I love them sixes especially on my b**hes Thirteens and them spandex on Thursday, it's your birthday And Friday I ain't lying, King Of Diamonds I'm in heaven Redbone p**y poppin' on my black and red elevens Patent leather when I step in You know what I'm reppin' It's S double -O, W- Double O Black number fours I ain't get it from the store, Bus' know All I know is [Hook] [Fabolous] I put footprints in them couches I put so much in my two step Put on fo' my city, I ain't got no choice but to rep I put straight shots in they hand Make pretty girls, do the ugly face And they just put my song on Move back I need dougie space like, ay, ay Then its right back to my muggin' face n***a said put the weed out BBM, you buggin face We walked in one some'n, bottles pop like we won some'n Raise a gla** for erry'body 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 sh** Stop playin, Youtube But tonight we on that Red Berry and Cranberry, Soo Woo [Lil Wayne] And I'm smokin' on that purp Sippin' on that purp I came in this b**h with some n***as that will murk And we ain't bout all that talkn, you a dead man walking Stomp a n***a a** out, in these number 4 Jordans Got a scope on the barrel that's a hammer with a camera Hollow tips n***a, tip a n***a like a dancer I don't know nothing but b**hes and gettin money Blood gang, k** a n***a in public Young Tunechi Shoot a n***a a** up then it's Deuces Head shots that f**ing vest is so useless Yeah, yo chuck, f** these n***as You know who, P-I-RU, k**er bees n***a WHOOO, Young Moula baby [Hook]