Gucci Mane - Bottoms Up (remix) lyrics

[Hook: Trey Songz] Bottoms up, bottoms up Hey, what's in your cup Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough Bottoms up, bottoms up Throw your hands up Tell security we bout to tear this club up Bottoms up, bottoms up Pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up Throw your hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up Bottoms up, bottoms up [Verse 1 - Gucci Mane] Two Ferrari's parked outside I call them Solange and Beyoncé Yellow b**hes, Kelly Rowlands Stole that line from Kanye Stupid icy, stupid icy Sharper than a pocket knife All my b**hes love me Like Pac, I live a thug life Since I'm with the champions I hold it like a trophy I'm tripping, looking at my ring I start thinking of Kobe I'm looking for a small-waist Long hair star I stole that line from Soulja Boy I'm standing on the bar [Hook] [Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa] Hundred thousand dollars worth of champagne Now you and your girl screaming Taylor Gang Diamonds in the man swinging from my chain Leave straight from the club, put you on a plane Fly you different places, faces in my bankroll Giant paper, so we drinking by the caseload I think I'm Mr. T rocking all this gold Or Eazy E, f**ing all these hoes And my outfit is Louis-that, Louis-this Stay losing bottle, count these lames out here losing chicks My weed disturb the peace, that's word to Ludacris Get in Hollywood, now I need a clueless b**h One who got a couple dollars, rock the newest sh** A fly n***a, ride with me, you'll be a stewardess Shawty'll be one in your hand if you ain't got a cup Get you back to my crib, lil mama, then it's [Hook]